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Biceps flexing against restraints…the snap of a chain as it attached to a submissive collar…only that time, Namjoon was the one wearing it. Seokjin walked across Namjoon's dungeon, his footsteps echoing through the room. He knew that within those four walls, he was completely in control. "My poor baby. Is someone ready for his punishment?"

As Seokjin approached the bed, he found Namjoon waiting for him, the alpha's body on display. Leather restraints bound his arms tight. "Seokjin, I don't know how much more of this I can take." Namjoon pleaded.

Seokjin tugged hard on the chain attached to Namjoon's collar, smiling as the alpha let out a gasp of pain and pleasure. "What did I tell you to call me?"

Namjoon hesitated for just a second. "Master."

"That's right." Seokjin smirked as Namjoon shuddered, his cock standing straight and proud, visibly throbbing with desire.

"Please, Seokjin." Namjoon nearly whimpered. "Can't you tell how bad I need you?"

Seokjin cocked his head. "I want you to beg for it first."

The way Namjoon wa clearly fighting with himself filled Seokjin with immense satisfaction. The alpha wanted control, but he wanted Seokjin even more. "Oh god…I can't…"

Seokjin trailed his hand up Namjoon's leg, starting at the ankle and working his way up toward his dick. With each centimeter, Namjoon's groans became louder. "I could take you in hand right now…slide my fingers up and down…work your body until you scream…" As he grazed the tip of Namjoon's cock, the alpha gave in with a low groan.

"I'm begging you, Seokjin." Namjoon said. "I'm yours to command. I'll do anything if you promise to keep touching me like that."

Seokjin gently sucked on his finger then dropped it to Namjoon's straining torso. His touch left behind a glistening trail. "You're very attractive when you're at my mercy."

"I want more." Namjoon begged. "I need more."

"You mean like this?" Seokjin didn't wait for a reply as he leaned down to press his mouth to Namjoon's abdomen. The alpha sucked in an agonized breath as Seokjin ran his tongue down, approaching where he knew Namjoon wanted him most…

A loud ringing had Seokjin groaning, his cellphone pulling him out of his dream. He reached out to answer the call, but Namjoon stopped him. "Not so fast, little lamb." Namjoon murmured. "The noises you were making a few minutes ago can only mean one thing." With a deft turn, he had Seokjin pinned beneath him, smirking down at the omega. "You were dreaming of me."

Seokjin loved the pressure of Namjoon looming over him, of feeling trapped beneath the alpha. But he was also pretty sure it was a work call. It wasn't like anyone else would be bothering Seokjin that early in the morning. "I should really get this."

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me what you were dreaming about." Namjoon said. "In explicit detail."

"If you must know, I was dreaming of your dungeon." Seokjin said.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "And who was in the dungeon with you?"

"You." Seokjin said. "It's always you."

With a growl of approval, Namjoon reached down between Seokjin's legs, dipping his fingers beneath the omega's panties. As soon as he felt the slick that had been steadily leaking out of Seokjin during his sleep, the omega knew there was no point in hiding just how aroused he still was. "Just like I thought. Ready for me as always." There was an eager hunger to Namjoon as he captured Seokjin's lips in a rough kiss, practically ripping the omega's panties off before ruthlessly claiming him. "You're not getting up out of this bed until this sweet ass is mine in every possible way."

***

Although Namjoon had taken his time to make sure they were both very satisfied before getting out of bed, Seokjin still managed to get to work five minutes early. As soon as he stepped through the door, a hush fell over the office. Half of his coworkers stared while the other half wouldn't meet his eyes. Confused, he hurried over to Hoseok's desk. "Hey, what's going on? Did someone get fired or something?"

Hoseok looked at him in surprise. "What are you doing here? Didn't you get my texts?"

"Namjoon and I were a little…distracted this morning."  Seokjin said.

"So distracted you couldn't read?" Hoseok shook his head slightly. "You lucky thing."

Before Hoseok could explain further, Seokjin heard a familiar voice call his name. "Seokjin! In my office! Now!" Hoseok gave Seokjin a gentle nudge, propelling him toward Sihyuk's office. As soon as the door closed behind the omega, Sihyuk slapped his employment contract onto the desk. "Seokjin, it's been brought to my attention that you're in violation of my campaign office's morality clause. You can pack up your things and go."

Seokjin's eyes widened, his heart pounding. "Morality clause? But I haven't done anything wrong! I don't understand, I thought you were pleased with my work."

"I am pleased with your work." Sihyuk said. "But I can't risk a scandal right now. Not with the election right around the corner." He turned his computer screen toward Seokjin, the omega's blood running cold at the pictures staring at him. Pictures that were unmistakably of himself. Specifically, in a BDSM context. "These were sent to the entire office." Anger rushed through Seokjin as he spotted the familiar email address at the top of the window. "I'm sure you understand the position this puts me in, Seokjin. These pictures could ruin my chances at reelection."

"My lifestyle has nothing to do with your campaign." Seokjin argued.

Sihyuk shook his head. "That's not how the pundits will see it. An alpha in my position can't be too careful when it comes to sex scandals. I can't take that risk which means I need you gone. Now."

Seokjin felt numb as he returned to the main office. Hoseok waited on the other side of the door with an anxious expression. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know." Seokjin frowned. "I just have to get out of here. I'll call you later, alright?" He rushed outside without waiting for a response, his head bent low and his thoughts in a whirl.

Suddenly the day loomed large ahead of him. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do except lick his wounds somewhere private. There was only one person in the world he wanted to comfort him at a time like that.

He headed straight for Namjoon's office, determined not to check his phone or look at the email from Minjoon. Namjoon stood up from his desk as Seokjin stepped inside, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Seokjin, what are you doing here?"

Seeing Namjoon made all the numbness vanish in a flash. Namjoon had always known how to light a fire inside Seokjin, and the omega welcomed the burn. "Guess what happened to me today?" He asked with a sad laugh. "Never mind. Don't guess. His name starts with an M and ends with an N, and he's officially ruined my life." He had the satisfaction of seeing Namjoon's face turn to stone.

"What did that cheating scumbag do now?" Namjoon practically growled.

Seokjin shook his head with a quiet scoff. "Exactly what he threatened to do." The words came rushing out of him and he told Namjoon all about the email and his meeting with Sihyuk. "I never thought Minjoon would actually go through with it, but he did."

"He won't get away with this." Namjoon assured Seokjin. "Not him or Sihyuk."

"I just can't help wondering if I'll ever be free of Minjoon." Seokjin said dejectedly. "The divorce hearing should've been the last I ever saw of him, but he's weaseled his way back into my life. I loved that job, Namjoon. That's why Minjoon took it from me. He knew how much it would hurt."

"So youll just have to find an even better one." Namjoon said.

Seokjin knew Namjoon was right, but he couldn't help the feelings of regret and loss welling up inside him. "You know the worst part? I was finally starting to feel in control of my life. Now I’m right back where I started."

Namjoon clicked his tongue. "That's it. There's no way I'm letting you sit around feeling sorry for yourself. A little sun and a sandy beach will have you back to fighting form in no time." Seokjin opened his mouth to ask where they were going but the alpha spoke over him. "Get dressed and be ready in front of your apartment in an hour. I want to see some skin and lots of it."

Recognizing the tone behind the instruction, Seokjin smiled. "Yes, sir."

***

It was easy to forget his woes at the prospect of a whirlwind getaway with Namjoon. He threw open his closet doors and surveyed its contents. There were a few sexy outfits that were sure to burn Namjoon hotter than the tropical sun. But he settled on a tropical style bikini with a matching sarong, a playful outfit that was ready for both the beach and the bedroom. He then spent the rest of his hour packing. By the time he was heading downstairs to meet Namjoon, he was feeling as sunny as the trip ahead of him.

The moment Seokjin stepped out of the elevator with his bags, Jungkook was waiting to escort him to the car. "Hey, Seokjin." Jungkook smiled. "I'm here to take you to the jet. Namjoon's getting everything ready for your flight."

Seokjin gave the alpha a tiny nod. "Where are we going?"

"The Maldives." Jungkook said. "You know Namjoon. It's all or nothing with him."

"That sounds perfect." Seokjin sighed happily. "I'm ready to put this place behind me."

***

The moment they arrived in the gorgeous, sunny Maldives, Seokjin could feel the last of his stress ebb away. Namjoon pulled out all the stops with a private jet, a waiting limo, and a luxury resort like something out of a postcard. "What do you think?" Namjoon asked with a smile.

"I can't believe you pulled all this together so quickly." Seokjin said in awe. "This place is stunning."

Namjoon gently propelled Seokjin across the resort grounds. His fingers curled possessively against the small of the omega's back as he dipped his mouth close to Seokjin's ear. "Not nearly as stunning as you. I told you to show me some skin, not to walk around like sex on two legs." The soft curve of Namjoon's lips touched the pulse at the side of Seokjin's throat. Seokjin sighed and arched into the kiss until Namjoon bit down hard enough to leave a mark, pulling a gasp out of Seokjin. "I'm just making sure everyone here knows who you belong to." Namjoon said when Seokjin shot him a scandalized look, raising his eyebrow at the omega. Seokjin had no idea what Namjoon had planned but with a look like that, he knew it was going to be good. "These next few days are all about taking care of you. Should we start with drinks at the bar or go straight to the beach?"

"Definitely the bar." Seokjin said without hesitation. "A few mai tais should get me loosened up and ready to enjoy myself."

Seokjin sighed happily as Namjoon led him to the bar. He spotted a pair of open stools in the back corner, but the bartender appeared in front of them before they could take a seat. "Please, all ow me. The first round's on the house and so are the best seats in the bar."

"Do you give every guest this kind of treatment?" Seokjin asked in surprise but didn't receive an answer as the bartender escorted them to two stools sitting on a see-through platform extended over the water.

"And here I thought I'd have to throw money at him to get our way." Namjoon mused. The bartender returned shortly with their drinks, leaving with a wink in Seokjin's direction. Namjoon started to growl but quickly stopped when he realized Seokjin wasn't paying the bartender any attention, the omega already focused completely on his mai tai. As soon as the rum hit Seokjin's tongue, he could feel the last of his worries disappearing. He let out a long, contented sigh. "I thought only I could coax that sound out of you." Namjoon said cheekily.

Seokjin smiled. "You brought me here, didn't you?"

"True." Namjoon hummed. "And my intent was to have you making all sorts of noises. Just in private." He rested a hand on Seokjin's knee. The pressure of his touch and the heat in his words sent a shiver down Seokjin's spine. "But I'm flexible on the details." He slid his hand up Seokjin's thigh, slipping it under the breezy fabric slung around the omega's hips. Seokjin took in a sharp breath as Namjoon's fingers grazed his center through his bikini bottoms. He glanced around at the people at the bar and on the beach. "Just keep sipping that drink." Namjoon instructed. "We're just two people having a perfectly innocent conversation." He increased the pressure of his fingers and Seokjin took a long sip of his mai tai to keep from gasping aloud. "Good omega. Just like that." Namjoon held Seokjin's gaze, fire burning behind his eyes as he continued his ministrations. Seokjin took another long sip of his drink, swallowing his cry of pleasure along with the sweet liquid. Namjoon smiled devilishly, leaning forward to take a sip of his own cocktail. "A very good omega."

"Have I earned a reward?" Seokjin asked breathlessly.

Namjoon suddenly pulled back, leaving Seokjin aching for more. "You'll have to wait until tonight to find out." He continued to hold Seokjin's gaze, ravenous desire obvious in his expression.

"I can't wait." Seokjin murmured.

The fire in Namjoon's eyes was magnetic, drawing Seokjin toward him. But the chime of Namjoon's phone pulled them both back into the present. Namjoon took one look at the screen and sprung to his feet. "Sorry, Seokjin, but I need to take this. Wait in the lobby. I'll meet you there as soon as I'm finished."

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As Seokjin waited near the elevator, he noticed a beautiful stranger watching him out of the corner of her eye. She smiled when she saw Seokjin had noticed her but shyly averted her gaze. "Sorry, I-I didn't mean to stare." The omega said. "You just look so beautiful."

Something about the omega's demure air intrigued Seokjin. He took a step closer, letting his eyes sweep down her body, appraising her. "No need to apologize."

"I'm just surprised to see an omega like you alone." The stranger continued. "You seem like you could have whatever you want. Or whoever."

At her words, Seokjin was instantly yanked back to Bang Sihyuk's office. He felt himself starting to spiral out all over again. His BDSM lifestyle shouldn't have been anyone else's business, but Minjoon took that away from him. There was only one thing Seokjin could think of to help him feel in control again. To know that he was in charge of his own life.

A Dom would never allow themselves to feel that way.

Seokjin adopted the same carnivorous smile that Namjoon wore when he was at his most domineering. To his delight, the omega seemed to react instinctively to hit. "Uh oh, did I do something wrong?"

"Now what would you do if I said yes?" Seokjin cocked his head. "How would you make it up to me?"

The omega's throat bobbed, her gaze never straying from Seokjin's. "Anything. I'd do anything."

Seokjin felt a thrill of power at her reaction so strong it almost carried him off on a wave of ecstasy. He was about to test the omega's limits--and his own--when a thundering voice interrupted him. "It's time to go, Seokjin." Seokjin opened his mouth to apologize to the now stunned omega as the elevator doors slid open, but Namjoon dragged him in before he could utter a single word.

They rode in silence, Namjoon seething beside Seokjin. As soon as they reached their suite, Namjoon pushed Seokjin against the wall, the alpha's hips driving hard against his own. "Namjoon!" Seokjin half gasped half moaned.

"Don't you dare use that sweet innocent voice on me." Namjoon murmured lowly. "What were you doing with that omega?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Seokjin said. "I was waiting for you when she started talking to me."

A low tempting growl sounded from Namjoon's throat. He grabbed Seokjin's wrists roughly and raised them over his head, pinning the omega to the wall. "Flirting you mean. You deserve to be punished for flirting with someone else. Isn't that right?"

Seokjin swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to be bad. I just needed someone to touch me."

"Careful what you wish for." Namjoon released Seokjin, pushing him toward the bed. "It's time for you to pay for that little show downstairs. Make sure you have tha safe word ready tonight. Say it for me, little lamb."

"Purple." Seokjin said, struggling to hide how eager he was to play.

Namjoon nodded in approval. "Good. I'll wipe that smile from your face even if I have to spend all night doing it." Seokjin moaned out loud at the prospect of so much torture and so much pleasure. A long night under Namjoon's stern command was exactly what he needed to drive all thoughts of home from his mind. "Get in position, sub. Your Dom is very displeased with you tonight." Seokjin hadn't heard that particular note in Namjoon's voice for quite a while. The alpha meant to punish him and punish him hard. "Don't make me tell you again."

Seokjin slid off the bed and dropped to his knees in front of Namjoon, his entire body quaking with anticipation. Namjoon stepped back and rolled up his sleeves. The muscles of his forearms flexed in anticipation of what was to come. "Please, sir, I-"

"Those big pleading eyes won't wave you now, Seokjin." Namjoon said. "It's time for you to choose your punishment."

Seokjin's mouth practically watered. "Anything I want?"

Namjoon nodded. "Anything you want. But remember, things are going to get bad before they get good. I mean that in every possible way."

Seokjin trembled all over, slick leaking out of him in a steady stream though Namjoon had yet to do anything to him. "I choose to be surprised by whatever my Dom chooses."

He could tell from Namjoon's swift glinting smile that the answer pleased him. "What a good omega you are. Always so obedient. In that case, I want you to strip for me."

"Is that all?" Seokjin asked, biting back a pout.

Namjoon laughed low and long, the sound moving like electricity up and down Seokjin's spine. "For now."

Seokjin eagerly slipped out of his clothes and allowed them to pool on the floor. "How do you want me, sir?"

"I'm going to take you in front of that window." Namjoon informed him, pointing to the window in question. "I'll press that gorgeous body against the glass and have you for the whole world to see."

Seokjin pulled back the curtain to see dozens of people on the beach below. Namjoon slid up behind him, his mouth at the side of Seokjin's neck and his hands at the omega's waist. "Anyone who glances up here will see us."

Namjoon smirked. "Then we'd better give them a hell of a show." He pushed Seokjin up against the window, his hips pinning Seokjin from behind.

Seokjin gasped as the cold glass met his nipples. "Namjoon, you can't." He whimpered.

Namjoon tilted Seokjin's head to the side, exposing his scent gland. With slow, sensual kisses, Namjoon made his way up the omega's throat. "I can. Let them see how much you like it. How bad you want it." Seokjin moaned as Namjoon nudged his knee between his legs, spreading them against the glass. Seokjin was fully exposed, bared before Namjoon and whoever else might look up.

The blissful torture at Namjoon's hands seemed to go on forever. Namjoon was so familiar with Seokjin's body that he knew just where to touch him to drive him out of his mind. Seokjin's hips bucked as Namjoon worked his way between his thighs, his strong dexterous fingers teasing the omega's entrance. "Do you want to feel my fingers inside you?"

"Yes." Seokjin moaned. "More than anything." He whimpered and strained, trying to force Namjoon's hand deeper. His aching need for the alpha overrode all other sensations.

"Do you deserve to feel my fingers inside you?" Namjoon then asked.

Seokjin whimpered again. "Please sir. I'll be so good, I promise."

Namjoon ran one finger around Seokjin's hole. Seokjin whined with mingled delight and outrage when Namjoon left his pulsing entrance empty. "Not yet. Not until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson." It was clear that Namjoon meant to draw that exquisite torture out as long as possible. Or as long as Seokjin could handle it.

"Please sir." Seokjin whimpered. "I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you."

Namjoon tutted gently, his mouth so close to Seokjin's skin that the omega could feel each whisper of the alpha's breath. "My poor baby. You need your dom to take care of you, don't you?"

Seokjin nodded desperately. "Always."

"No one makes you come like me, do they?" Namjoon asked.

"No one can, Namjoon." Seokjin shook his head. "Only you know how."

Namjoon's fingers toyed with Seokjin's entrance once more, circling it until the omega was panting for his touch. Just when he applied minimal pressure directly to Seokjin's hole, Namjoon laughed and pulled away. Seokjin moaned in frustration. His body was slick with sweat, his breath coming so hard and fast that he was starting to feel dizzy. Instead of taking pity on him, Namjoon drew away. "What's wrong?" Seokjin asked. "Did I displease you?"

"You've been a very good omega so far." Namjoon assured him. "But I don't think you've learned your lesson yet."

"I have!" Seokjin whined. "I swear!"

Namjoon moved to his suitcase, unzipping a pocket and pulling out a riding crop. "I have to be sure." He cracked the riding crop against his open palm, the sound making Seokjin shiver. "If I give you a lashing, will you be good?"

"I can promise to try." Seokjin batted his eyes innocently.

"Wrong answer." Seokjin gasped as Namjoon forced open his legs and ran the riding crop along his skin. With one quick nap, he struck Seokjin's inner thigh. The pain was sharp and exquisite. Namjoon reached a hand between Seokjin's legs, circling his entrance deftly with one finger as Seokjin's thigh tingled from the sting of the crop. Seokjin braced himself against the window, his knees growing weak under Namjoon's sweet torture. "Do you think they've had enough of you down there or should we give them something to really enjoy?"

Seokjin's breath hitched as he felt his core tightening with his impending orgasm. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." His body quaked and shivered as he struggled to hold back the powerful wave of ecstasy. "Please, sir, I need to come."

"Not yet." Namjoon said. "Not until I give you permission."

Seokjin whimpered and tried to do as Namjoon commanded but it took everything in him to hold back. "Namjoon, please. When you touch me like this…" Namjoon paused as Seokjin struggled to find the energy to speak. "When you touch me like this, I can't think of anything but how much I love you. How much I need you."

The confession set off something wild inside Namjoon. He whirled Seokjin around and pulled him into a searing kiss. The sweeping urgency of Namjoon's tongue against Seokjin robbed the omega of all breath. Seokjin's head spun and his heart thumped as Namjoon claimed his mouth again and again." You did this to me." Namjoon growled. "You drove me too far out of my mind."

Seokjin blinked as Namjoon stripped out of his clothes, heedless of where they landed. Namjoon lost no time in making his way between Seokjin's legs again. That time, there was no teasing or taunting. He wanted Seokjin as much as Seokjin wanted him. His hard length filled Seokjin so completely that the omega couldn't help but cry out. "My god, feeling your body give way under mine is like coming home every time." Namjoon groaned as he began thrusting at a relentless pace, claiming Seokjin's body with his.

"I=I'm so close!" Seokjin cried, gripping Namjoon's shoulders tightly as Namjoon's body drove his further against the window.

"You know the rules." Namjoon grunted. "I'm the one who decides when you're ready."

Seokjin bit his lip and tried to withstand the increasing pleasure. But Namjoon was too strong and too hungry. There was no way he could continue to hold back. "Sir, I need it so bad." Seokjin begged. "Let me come. Let me be good for you."

"Damn, Seokjin." Namjoon growled. "I love it when you beg."

"Please." Seokjin whimpered.

With another growl of approval, Namjoon thrusted so deep that his swelling knot entered Seokjin. His hand came up and clutched Seokjin around the throat. "Come for me. You've earned it. Seokjin clenched around Namjoon's knot, his cry of ecstasy cutting off from Namjoon's hand at his throat. But his orgasm was all the more powerful because of it. The very air Seokjin breathed belonged to Namjoon and the alpha knew it.

They were both breathless and panting by the time their bodies came down from their high, Namjoon's knot locking them together. "Well?" Namjoon panted. "Did you learn your lesson?"

It took Seokjin a moment to remember what Namjoon was talking about. He was too exhausted in mind, body, and soul. "You mean about flirting with strangers?"

"I mean about who you belong to." Namjoon corrected.

Seokjin never felt so satisfied as Namjoon carefully carried him over to the bed, making sure not to tug his knot as he laid them down on the soft mattress. "I'm yours, sir." Seokjin said softly. "You know that."

Namjoon pressed a soft kiss to Seokjin's forehead. "Yes, Seokjin, I know."

Even though Seokjin was exhausted as he laid in the circle of Namjoon's arms, he didn't fall asleep right away. Not even when Namjoon's knot went down, and he slipped out of him to rub him down as his aftercare routine. Namjoon must have felt his restlessness because he pulled Seokjin's body close and nuzzled against his scent gland. "What's wrong?" Namjoon asked. "I thought this is what you wanted."

"It is." Seokjin nodded. "I mean, it was."

Namjoon lifted his head to look at Seokjin in confusion. "Was?" Seokjin sat up against the headboard and curled his knees against his chest, trying to think of how best to say what was in his heart. "You're scaring me, Seokjin. What's going on?"

Seokjin turned to Namjoon and took a deep breath. "I want you to teach me how to be a dominatrix."

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"You want to learn how to be a dominatrix?" Namjoon asked in shock, his body going completely rigid.

Seokjin nodded. "And I want you to teach me. I can't think of anyone better." A rush of emotions surged through Namjoon like lava. He'd only subbed once when he'd first started. The loss of control wasn't an experience he was eager to repeat. Seokjin's face fell the longer Namjoon remained quiet. "You don't like the idea, do you?"

Namjoon forced his feelings aside and focused on Seokjin. He was being upfront about his desires so the least Namjoon could do was listen. "Tell me what excites you about being a Domme."

"I like the idea of giving and withholding pleasure." Seokjin said. "It's less about inflicting pain and more about having control. Is that a thing?"

Reluctantly, Namjoon admitted to himself that those were the same things that originally drew him to being a dom. "Yes. For a lot of Doms, it's a very big thing."

Seokjin smiled. "So you understand where I'm coming from? You'll teach me?"

Namjoon didn't answer right away. He didn't want to destroy Seokjin's enthusiasm but there was no way he'd ever fully submit to the omega. "Your curiosity is very attractive." Namjoon finally said. "But don't forget what kind of trouble it can lead to." Seokjin's pout was broken with a yawn. Considering everything he'd been through the past few days, it was no wonder he was tired. "That's it. Enough pillow talk. You need to get to sleep."

"Is that an order?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon grabbed Seokjin by the ankle and tugged him down the sheets. Seokjin squealed as Namjoon pressed him into the mattress with his full weight. "Lesson number one. A Dom's first order of business is making sure their sub has a good night's sleep. Otherwise, the sub won't be well rested for the tortures ahead."

Seokjin grew perfectly still underneath Namjoon, his eyes wide. "Does this mean you'll teach me?"

There was no fighting the joy in Seokjin's expression. Namjoon gave in with a sigh. "Yes, Seokjin. I'll teach you. After our vacation."

***

The next day, Namjoon and Seokjin headed out to the resort's private beach at Seokjin's request. The previous night's conversation still loomed large in Namjoon's mind, but Seokjin was wise enough not to mention it. "Another gorgeous day in a gorgeous resort with a gorgeous alpha by my side." Seokjin sighed contentedly. "How'd I get so lucky?"

Namjoon smiled. "If you'd like, we can go back to our room, and I can make you regret it."

Seokjin laughed. "There will be plenty of time for that later. I just wanna enjoy the sand and waves right now." He paused for a moment as he looked down the beach. "And all the natural beauty." Namjoon followed Seokjin's gaze to a tall, striking omega walking around without a top. Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Seokjin, who just smiled innocently. "Did I forget to mention that it's a topless beach? Oops."

Namjoon had no eyes for any omega except Seokjin. Seokjin knew that Namjoon would have no choice but to punish him for bringing him there. "You've been a very bad omega." Namjoon murmured lowly. "I don't remember giving you permission to visit a place like this."

"Are you gonna punish me?" Seokjin failed to hide how eager he was at the thought.

"You bet your sweet ass I am." Namjoon pulled Seokjin flush against him. Seokjin gasped as Namjoon's hand went to his chest, teasing the omega's nipple through the fabric of his swimsuit. He brought the nipple to a stiff peak before slipping his hand under Seokjin's swimsuit top to enjoy the fruits of his labor as Seokjin whimpered. "What, Seokjin? Is this too public for you?" Seokjin melted against Namjoon. Then as suddenly as Namjoon had begun, he pulled away, leaving Seokjin breathless. "If the beach is too much for you, we could always go play in the water."

Seokjin was instantly suspicious. He was too aware of the nudity around him and of Namjoon's determination to make him pay. "What kind of play?"

"Let's go snorkeling." Namjoon suggested.

"I've never gone snorkeling before." Seokjin said. "Isn't it dangerous?"

Namjoon took Seokjin by the hand and led him down to the shoreline where a row of motorboats waited, ready to hit the waves. "Don’t worry, I'll keep you safe. All you have to do is follow my every order."

Seokjin raised his eyebrows. "Every order?"

"Yep." Namjoon smiled. "For the next few hours, it's just you, me, and the open seas."

The driver cut the boat's engine a safe distance from the shore and Namjoon and Seokjin dove into the water. A lush reef surrounded them. Seokjin pointed to a section of vibrant blue coral behind Namjoon, his eyes wide behind his goggles at the pufferfish calmly floating by. Seokjin cautiously swam toward it for a closer look. Namjoon enjoyed the sight of the omega's slender legs kicking gracefully through the water.

After a while longer of taking in the sights of the reef, Namjoon and Seokjin resurfaced. Seokjin beamed as he caught his breath. "I can't believe I've never tried this before. Thank you for suggesting it, Namjoon." In the bedroom, Seokjin's naïve enjoyment was always an attraction but out there in the water, it almost knocked Namjoon flat. He'd never met anyone so honest and sincere about everything. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Namjoon reached for Seokjin. At the simplest touch, Seokjin reacted with a blush and a sigh, unable to hide any of his true feelings. "I like how you look soaking wet, that's all." He curled his hand around the curve of Seokjin's waist and tugged the omega toward himself. He ran his hands up Seokjin's sides. When he dropped his lips to Seokjin's neck, he could taste the salt on the omega's skin. "I should've warned you to watch out for sharks in the water."

"I could think of worse ways to go." Seokjin said. Namjoon kissed a line up Seokjin's jaw and Seokjin sighed, arching into the alpha. Namjoon tipped Seokjin's head back, the omega yielding under Namjoon's kiss. "So should we get back to it?" Seokjin asked as Namjoon pulled back.

Namjoon gave Seokjin a wicked grin, shaking his head. "I have a better idea." He reached for his dry bag and pulled out the small waterproof purple rose air pulse toy he'd brough along. Seokjin's breath hitched as he realized where Namjoon was going. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

"If we use it right now…" Seokjin trailed off for just a moment. "Everyone could see us? Hear us?" He glanced toward the beach.

"Exactly." Namjoon said. "You weren't afraid of being seen when we first got to the beach you conveniently didn't mention is topless. And I believe you're owed some punishment for that little omission." He ran his fingers gently over the scent gland at the base of Seokjin's neck.

Seokjin shivered and whimpered at the contact. "Not there, Namjoon. You don't know what that spot does to me."

"Of course, I know what that spot does to you." Namjoon said. "That's why I chose it." He kissed the tender skin before pressing the end of the toy against it. Air pulsed in a light sucking sensation. "I want you to describe every minute sensation you feel from this toy. Do you understand?"

"It feels nice." Seokjin hummed. "Like you're gently kissing me."

Namjoon waited until Seokjin's guard was down before changing the settings to blow cold air over the same spot. "Sometimes the toy sucks. Other times it blows. It all depends on what I want to do to you." He touched the toy to Seokjin's skin again, that time allowing it to suck and blow in an easy alternating pattern. Seokjin whimpered. "You like it, don't you? Knowing they're watching? Putting on a show for them?"

"Please don't make me say it…" Seokjin begged.

"Admit you like know they can see us, or I won't stop until your entire body feels like this." Namjoon said.

Seokjin tried to fight it, but he lost the battle after only a few delightful moments. "Oh god, you know how hot it gets me to know we have an audience."

Namjoon grinned. "That's my good omega. There are some things you can never hide from your Dom."

Seokjin fluttered his eyelashes in a show of submission. "No, sir."

"Then it's time to take this show to the next level…" With slow carefully movements, Namjoon reached under Seokjin's swimsuit top and found the hardening peak of his nipple. Seokjin bit his lip as Namjoon blew cool air over the tight bud. Once Seokjin was relaxed, Namjoon pressed the toy against him and switched to suction. Seokjin arched his back with a cry of pleasure at the sudden pulsing. Namjoon dropped his mouth to the side of Seokjin's neck and gave him a playful bite. "Are you going to tell me how it feels, or will I have to punish you?"

"It feels…" Seokjin let out another gasp. "Almost like your mouth. Like your…" He moaned. "Tongue is tracing…"

Namjoon loved how difficult it was for Seokjin to form words. He bit down on Seokjin's earlobe and pulsed the toy even harder. "How about now?"

Seokjin cried out. "Now it feels like you're…taking my nipple…into your mouth. Like…you're biting me."

Namjoon could tell from Seokjin's wild moans that he had almost reached his breaking point. Just as he was debating prolonging Seokjin's torture, another boat motored up and cut out a few meters away. "Can we help you?" Namjoon shielded Seokjin from view with his body, but Seokjin peered over his shoulder.

"I saw you two out here and thought I'd make sure everything's okay." The omega onboard said. "You're not stranded or anything, are you?"

"Oh, hello again." Seokjin greeted her.

It was then that Namjoon realized it was the omega Seokjin had flirted with the night before. Seokjin tried to pull away, but Namjoon didn't let him. The omega couldn't see Namjoon's hands on Seokjin's body, so Namjoon turned up the suction on the toy. Seokjin gasped and the stranger moved closer. "Are you hurt? I can go get help."

"Well?" Namjoon smirked at Seokjin. "Are you hurt?" He raised an eyebrow as he twisted the toy against Seokjin's nipple.

When Seokjin spoke, it was with short halting gasps. "We're fine…thanks. Just…" He cried out again.

The omega on the boat frowned. "Are you sure? Because-" She moved as if to draw closer.

"God, no!" Seokjin blurted out. "Don't!"

"If you're sure…" She gave them one last glance before leaving.

"I can't believe you just did that." Seokjin said.

Even though the stranger was still in view, Namjoon slid his fingers under Seokjin's swimsuit bottoms. "You little minx. You liked it. You wanted her to see you cum, didn't you?" Instead of answering with words, Seokjin clutched Namjoon closer, desperate for more of the alpha's touch. Namjoon increased the intensity of the toy, and Seokjin let out a long moan. "Cum for me, Seokjin. Cum hard." He dropped his mouth to Seokjin's, tasting the ocean on his lips. Seokjin's tongue eagerly gave way under namjoon's. Seokjin cried out so loud that Namjoon had no choice but to deepen the kiss, swallowing the omega's cries of pleasure. Seokjin's entire body shivered as he came down from his intense orgasm.

***

That night, Namjoon took Seokjin to dinner at an underwater restaurant. Seokjin sat across the table, admiring the scene around them. His mouth fell open as a reef shark swam right above their heads. "This place is amazing. I can't believe it's real."

"If you're lucky, you'll catch sight of our resident octopus." The waiter informed them.

"We'll keep an eye out, thanks." Namjoon said. "Bring us a bottle of your best cab sauvignon." The waiter recognized the dismissal in Namjoon's tone and left to fill the order.

Seokjin smiled coyly at Namjoon. "It's so strange. No matter where you are or who you're talking to, you always get people to do what you say."

"That's exactly what being a dom is about." Namjoon said. "Control."

"Then I'll be a natural at it." Seokjin said. "Everything you've taught me is about control."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "I taught you how to give up control, not take it. You'll see what I mean tonight."

"Really?" Seokjin's eyes lit up with excitement. "Does that mean I can-"

Namjoon held up a warning finger. "I'm still in charge, Seokjin. Don't ever forget that. But tonight, you may order dinner for us both. But when we leave this restaurant, don't forget who's in control here."

Seokjin grinned and busied himself looking over the menu. When the waiter returned with their wine, Seokjin was ready to make his choice. "Have you decided what you'll be having this evening?"

"Yes, thank you." Seokjin said. "I'll have the roasted quail breast with a side of asparagus and my friend will have…let's see…" Namjoon held his breath as Seokjin snuck a playful look at him. Seokjin was definitely enjoying himself. "The yellowfin tuna with watercress."

"Very good, sir, those are both excellent choices."

As the waiter departed, Seokjin turned to Namjoon with a bright smile. "Well? How'd I do?"

"A Domme doesn't seek approval." Namjoon said. "They demand it."

"Fine." Seokjin said. "Then you'll eat your dinner and like it or there will be no dessert for you." Namjoon bit back a laugh. "And since I'm in control for now, I want to know about your decision to become a Dom. When you first got into BDSM, how did you know you'd rather be a Dom than a sub?"

"I knew instinctively." Namjoon said. "I want to be in control of every room I walk into. Including the bedroom."

Seokjin tilted his head. "But doesn’t it sometimes get boring? Always having people do exactly what you tell them?"

Namjoon allowed a slow smile to touch his lips as he sipped his wine. "They don't always do as I tell them. How many times have I had to punish you for breaking the rules?"

Seokjin flushed, his Domme mask starting to slip. "But you like it when I disobey."

"Exactly." Namjoon said. "I like making you pay for disobedience. And I like when you have no choice but to comply."

The waiter came by with their food, interrupting Seokjin before he had a chance to ask another question. "Will there be anything else?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Seokjin, letting him take the lead. "No, thank you. My friend and I have everything we need to be satisfied." The waiter gave a slight bow before turning away. Seokjin nodded and began delicately tasting his meal. "I'm a natural at this."

Namjoon didn't contradict him. Seokjin might have been able to fool strangers, but Namjoon would never see him as anything but his sub. And nothing Seokjin said or did would ever change that.

As he topped off Seokjin's wine, Namjoon spotted an unwelcome face across the restaurant. The omega from the boat. Why did she keep popping up everywhere Seokjin was? Did she think she stood a chance against Namjoon?

Although Namjoon did his best to appear unconcerned by the mystery omega, Seokjin noticed his expression and smirked. "What's wrong, Namjoon? Afraid I can't control myself?"

"Be careful where you step, little lamp." Namjoon warned him. "You're about to head over a minefield."

Instead of shrinking at the warning, Seokjin smiled coyly at the stranger. "Can I wave her over? This seems like an ideal opportunity to show off just how in control I can be."

Namjoon shook his head. "You're not ready to be fully in control yet. It takes a lot more than one dinner to know how to handle an omega like that."

Seokjin peeked up at Namjoon through his eyelashes. "You could always help me." Namjoon's interest was piqued. Seokjin had a lot to learn about playing with fire and he might even enjoy the burn. Seokjin motioned the stranger over with a wave and a smile. There was a new flush of confidence in him and Namjoon couldn't deny that it looked good. "We seem to be running into you everywhere. Or are you following me?"

The stranger shifted from one foot to the other, a light flush touching her cheeks. "I'm not, I swear. We must just have a lot in common to keep winding up at the same places."

Seokjin smiled. "Well, if we're gonna keep meeting up, we might as well formally introduce ourselves." Namjoon held back from interrupting in order to allow Seokjin to continue holding the reigns. "I'm Seokjin and this is Namjoon."

"It's great to officially meet you both." The omega said before introducing herself. "I'm Grace."

Seokjin gestured for Grace to take a seat, and she settled into a chair, unable to tear her eyes away from Seokjin. "Are you vacationing all by yourself?" Seokjin asked. "Every time I see you, you seem to be alone."

"I'm here with a few friends." Grace said. "But they're having dinner on a different island tonight."

"And they left you to fend for yourself?" Seokjin asked. "That's not very nice." His eyes danced mischievously at Namjoon across the table. Namjoon wasn't sure yet how far Seokjin was willing to take that little game. "Namjoon would never abandon me like that. He always makes sure I'm well taken care of."

Grace glanced quickly over at Namjoon, a gleam of curiosity darting across her delicate features. "I'll bet he does."

Seokjin seemed to be gaining more confidence. Namjoon got the feeling Seokjin would like to take things to the next level but wasn't sure how. It wasn't how Namjoon planned their evening if it was what Seokjin wanted, then it was Namjoon's job to give it to him. "Why don't you pour our friend a glass of wine? There's more than enough at this table to go around." Seokjin picked up on Namjoon's meaning and eagerly poured Grace a glass.

"You're sure you don't mind?" Grace asked.

"Of course not." Seokjin smiled. "Drink until you're satiated. That's an order."

Grace's eyes widened a bit. "An order?" She fumbled with her glass, but Seokjin wasn't watching her. He was looking at Namjoon. And Namjoon couldn't help smiling at the sight of him testing out his dominant side.

"I suggest you enjoy the drink." Namjoon said. "He doesn't like to repeat himself."

Grace smirked and took a long slow sip of her wine, her eyes dancing between Namjoon and Seokjin over the rim of her glass. "I'm getting the impression that neither of you does."

The more Seokjin talked to Grace, the more Namjoon found himself shifting in his seat. Not from jealousy but eagerness at watching Seokjin work. He was doing well radiating the energy of a Domme with every bite of his meal, with every question as he got to know this new omega more and more. "You two aren't like any couple I've ever met before." Grace said.

"I hope you mean that as a compliment." Namjoon said.

"And what if I didn't?" Grace asked.

Seokjin leaned forward and trailed his fingers down Grace's arm, but he was watching Namjoon. Gauging his reaction. And Namjoon couldn't stop himself from swallowing hard when Seokjin went on, the omega's voice low and as commanding as Namjoon had ever heard it. "Then we'll have to punish you of course."

"Just so long as everyone knows the rules." Namjoon said.

Grace's throat bobbed. Namjoon had enough experience reading the signs to know she was interested, and not just in Seokjin. "I've never been much of a rule breaker. And I love a good game."

"Then should we head upstairs to play one?" Seokjin asked. "I'd love to see more of you."

"I'd like that." Grace agreed. "If both of you would."

Seokjin turned to whisper to Namjoon with anticipation in his eyes. "Please, sir?" His enthusiasm had Namjoon imagining all the naughty directions the night could take. "Let me show you how well I can control her while you're in control of me."

"Permission granted." Namjoon said. "I think we might all enjoy taking this conversation somewhere a little more private. He got his reward in the delicious flush of anticipation that crossed Seokjin's face as he sprung to his feet.

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In the elevator, Seokjin started to play, caressing Grace's jaw, tracing the bow of her lips. The female omega was entranced. Namjoon couldn't help but think that maybe Seokjin was better at being in control than he'd originally thought.

As the elevator deposited them at the penthouse, Grace's step faltered. "Wait, you're staying in the penthouse?" She asked. "At a resort like this? Who are you?"

Seokjin placed a hand on the center of Grace's chest and pushed her gently toward the bedroom door. "For the next few hours, you belong to us, and that's all you need to know."

As soon as Grace walked into the room, Seokjin looked ready to pounce. Namjoon felt a swell of pride at the omega's self-restraint. "Where's the bathroom?" Grace asked. "I'd like to freshen up."

"Through that door." Seokjin directed her. "Don't take too long or we might get started without you."

Once they were alone, Namjoon wasted no time in grabbing Seokjin around the waist and pulling him close. "Happy now?" He asked.

Seokjin smiled. "Did you see how she was trembling in anticipation the whole way up here? She can't wait to get her body between ours."

Namjoon's hands cupped Seokjin's ass. From the way Seokjin melted into the alpha, it was no question who he was excited to please. "I hope I won't have to remind you of who's still in charge around here."

Seokjin gasped as Namjoon rocked his hips against his, the sweet pressure leaving no room for doubt. "You, Namjoon! Of course it's you."

"Good." Namjoon said. "Then I want to set a few ground rules firsts. No matter what else happens, you don't come without my permission." He held Seokjin's body so hard against his own that the omega could feel every twitch of his muscles. "You can enjoy her body as much as you want but your ultimate pleasure belongs to me."

"It always does." Seokjin sighed against Namjoon, obviously ready to get started.

Namjoon tutted and took a step back. "Control, remember? That was supposed to be your first lesson."

Seokjin took a deep breath and straightened his clothes, going from a hot yielding sub to a sexy authoritative Domme. "Of course. Control."

Grace emerged from the bathroom fully naked, and Namjoon stepped back from Seokjin, letting him take the lead. Seokjin beckoned for Grace to come closer. "Where do you want me?" Grace asked.

"Where any omega wants their next conquest." Seokjin said. "On the bed." He pushed Grace down on the bed and leaned over her. It was rare seeing Seokjin that rough.

The moment Seokjin's sweet lips touched the sin of Grace's upper thigh, she hissed and arched to give Seokjin better access. "That feels so good…" She moaned.

Seokjin smirked. "It'll feel even better once Namjoon joins us."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Is that a command?"

Seokjin caught Namjoon's eye and flashed a wicked grin as he kissed up and down Grace's hips. "I can phrase it as a command if you'd like."

Joining them on the bed, Namjoon found the tight peak of Grace's nipple and drew lazy circles around it. Her response was immediately but Namjoon was more interested in the way Seokjin's eyes took in his every action. Grace undulated as Seokjin bit her, but Seokjin showed admirable restraint. He clearly intended to wring every moment of enjoyment out of it and to make sure Namjoon saw him doing it.

"This seems too easy, doesn't it?" Seokjin asked.

"That depends on how much you want to make her suffer." Namjoon said.

"I want to hear her beg." Seokjin said.

"I'll beg!" Grace exclaimed. "I'll beg right now!"

Seokjin gently tutted and started undressing. Namjoon watched fabric glide down his familiar curves and his body jumped to attention. "This will be so much better if I can feel your skin against mine." Seokjin practically purred. Namjoon watched as Seokjin's bared skin slid across Grace's, limbs intertwined. Seokjin looked up at the alpha, eyes hooded and lustful. "That's better, isn't it?" Grace moaned in response.

Part of Namjoon wanted to punish Seokjin for daring to touch another person while the other part was in awe of the raw sexual creature before him. Seokjin kissed Grace long and hard. Namjoon could see the tangle of their tongues as they both gave themselves over to the kiss. Namjoon clenched his hands into fists, but it did nothing to keep the thoughts running through his mind at bay.

Seokjin peeked up at Namjoon. He knew how hot it was making the alpha to watch him work and he was enjoying every second of it. "Namjoon, you look so lonely." Seokjin said. "Don't you want a little taste? She's so delicious…" Namjoon stepped back from the bed, leaving Seokjin and Grace to enjoy each other while he watched. "Aren't you gonna join us?" Seokjin asked in surprise.

"There's more than enough to go around." Grace said enticingly.

"Don't stop on my account." Namjoon said. "I'm enjoying the view." He smirked wolfishly as he undid his belt, then his pants button, slowly freeing his dick, growing harder with each second that Namjoon watched the two omegas touch each other.

"May I have all of her now?" Seokjin asked.

"Yes, you may." Namjoon allowed, wrapping his hand around his dick, slowly stroking himself.

Seokjin straddled Grace, his thighs wide as they moved against each other. Namjoon could tell from the way Seokjin tipped his head back as he bucked and grinded that he was giving himself over to his pleasure. Seokjin slid a hand between himself and Grace, pressing two fingers inside of her. Namjoon sped up his strokes until he was matching the pace of Seokjin's movements.

Grace squirmed underneath Seokjin. "I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold myself back." She panted.

Seokjin and Grace strained against each other, eager to hear Namjoon's command. "Please, sir." Seokjin begged. "Let us finish. Tell me how you want me."

Namjoon knew that it was himself who needed to give the order. Only he could get Seokjin off. Seokjin didn't know the way his pleas always had Namjoon at his mercy. "I want you to eat her out." Namjoon said.

"Oh, god I want that." Grace moaned at just the thought. "I want it so bad."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Seokjin. "Best not to leave our new friend waiting."

Seokjin smiled. "We can't have that." He grabbed Grace's thighs and pushed them open. He kissed his way up to her heated center and began lapping up her slick soaked folds. Grace's hands twisted the sheets as she cried out in ecstasy, but Seokjin pulled back before her orgasm hit. "You like that, don't you?" Seokjin smirked, Grace's slick shining on his lips and chin.

Grace nodded desperately. "So much."

The room was rapidly working up to a feverish pitch. Seokjin cried out, ready for release. "Remember what I said." Namjoon said. "You come when I say you can."

"Then do it, sir, please." Seokjin begged. "Tell me I can finish. Let me feel it."

Namjoon thought about making Seokjin wait but his own body was so tight and hot, his cock throbbing in his hand, that he gave in. "Do it. Come for me." Seokjin instantly cried out Namjoon's name, moving desperately against Grace to bring them both to the edge. Namjoon held himself back until their pleasures were guaranteed before he let go, cum spurting over his hand.

Both Seokjin and Grace seemed equally dazed in the aftermath, too exhausted to do more than lie back and catch their breath. "That might have been the most intense sexual experience of my life." Grace said once she regained the ability to speak.

Seokjin laughed breathlessly. "You just needed someone--or someones--to take charge." He kept his eyes locked with Namjoon's as Grace rose from the bed and moved to gather her clothes. She seemed to sense that their wild night was over.

"Thank you." Grace said once she was dressed. "I had a great time tonight."

"It was our pleasure." Namjoon said, moving to take her place on the bed. As Grace left, Seokjin cuddled up next to Namjoon, his body still pliant and warm from the exertion. "How's your control now?" Namjoon asked.

Seokjin laughed again and curled deeper into Namjoon's embrace, purring as Namjoon ran a hand up and down the soft curve of his back. "I wasn't in control of any of that and you know it."

Namjoon thought back to watching Seokjin take control of Grace. How it enraged him and how it left him helpless. "You should give yourself more credit."

"I'm just happy to be experiencing this with you." Seokjin said. "There's no one else I'd trust to keep me safe." He yawned and began to drift off in Namjoon's arms.

***

The rest of the week passed in a blur of sun, sand, and sex. By the time they arrived back in Seoul, they were both feeling a lot more relaxed until reality set in. "This vacation was just what I needed." Seokjin said, his face falling with every step across the lobby of his apartment building. "But now it's time to get back to the real world and the fact that I don't have a job or any prospects."

Namjoon pulled Seokjin into his arms, refusing to let the omega dwell on the negative. "Do I need to whisk you away for another week? Because I'll fuck some sense into you even if it takes a whole month to do it."

Seokjin opened his mouth as if to answer but he was interrupted by the hum of his phone in his bag. He quickly fished it out, his eyes widening as he checked the notification. "You're not gonna believe this. It's an email from a recruiter. I've got a job interview with Nerve magazine!" Seokjin was beaming with excitement but hearing the company's name, Namjoon couldn't help feeling a small twist of guilt.

It was better if Seokjin didn't know.

Seokjin stared down at his phone, rereading the email for the third time. "This is so out of the blue. It's only been a week since I got fired."

"So?" Namjoon asked with a slight shrug.

"You really don't think it's weird?" Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows.

"That someone would be interested in hiring a sharp, newly available writer like you?" Namjoon shook his head. "No, I don't."

Seokjin's mind was spinning as he looked at the email again. "But things like this don't just happen. At least not to me." He shook his head and tucked his phone away, too jetlagged to process everything right that moment.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Namjoon asked.

"I will in the morning after I've had time to think." Seokjin said. "I don't want to get my hopes up too high." He frowned. "It's probably too good to be true. Let's face it, no recruiter has ever reached out to me before-"

Namjoon cut him off. "That's it. Get inside." Despite his cool expression, Namjoon was firm as he gripped Seokjin's wrist and stormed into the elevator that would take them up to Seokjin's floor.

Once they made it to Seokjin's apartment, he pointed at the door to the omega's dungeon and Seokjin's heart skipped a beat. "I want you in there now." Namjoon said. "You clearly need another lesson."

Seokjin had no idea what was going on, but Namjoon's sudden change of mood could only mean one thing. "You're displeased with me?" He asked.

"You bet your sweet I am." Namjoon said. "Get in there."

As they entered the dungeon, Namjoon slammed the door closed so hard it shook the room. "Now tell me why I've ordered you in here." Namjoon demanded.

Still startled, Seokjin wracked his brain for a reason. Then it hit him. "I didn't answer the email. That's what started this whole thing. You didn't like how I handled that recruitment email."

Namjoon nodded. "Now we're getting somewhere." He loomed over Seokjin, mere centimeters away. His entire body emanated heat and power. "You want to be a Domme, but it'll never work. Not when you're missing a key element--confidence. Without confidence, you'll never get the respect you deserve. Not from your employer and definitely not from your sub." He stepped back and gestured to Seokjin, his eye appraising. "Start by showing me your body."

"Sounds easy enough." Seokjin mumbled as he began to pull off his clothes.

Namjoon grabbed Seokjin's wrists to stop him. "I didn't say undress. I said show me your body. You shouldn't need to get naked to make me want it."

Seokjin blinked as he processed that. Then he turned his back to Namjoon to show his ass. Tossing a playful glance over his shoulder, he invited Namjoon's scrutiny. "Well sir? What do you think?"

"I think your ass is a piece of heaven." Namjoon said. "Your waist is a masterpiece and your thighs are miracles. I could stare at that body for years and never tire of it." Seokjin fought the urge to fidget as Namjoon approached him. "I won't lie. That body is the first thing that drew me to you. It was designed for pleasure and for pain."

'You really thought that?" Seokjin asked. "Right away?"

Seokjin was still glowing with pleasure when Namjoon once again started looking at him in that detached appraising way. "Now that we've covered your appearance, it's time to move on to your other attributes."

"Other attributes?" Seokjin asked. "Like what?"

"Let's start with that brilliant mind of yours." Namjoon said. "Tell me what you're best at at work. Instead of hearing you beg, I want to hear you brag."

Seokjin nodded slowly. "Okay. I'm good at finding the heart of a problem. I’m tenacious. If there's an issue, I won't stop until I know the source. That's the only way you can ever really solve an issue. Anything else is just a Band-Aid."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at Seokjin and nodded once. "Okay. Now say it again."

Seokjin was getting frustrated with Namjoon's commands. When he spoke again, it was with a rough determination. "I don't give up when things get hard. I get the job done even when everyone thinks it's impossible."

"Getting better." Namjoon said. "Again."

"Namjoon!" Seokjin exclaimed in annoyance, throwing up his hands. "I'm good at my job. I was a valuable asset to Sihyuk's campaign, and they were lucky to have me."

Namjoon smiled. "There it is. That's exactly how I want you to talk during your interview. Strong. Loud. Confident. I knew you had it in you. It just needed a little coaxing." His mood shifted from one of detached authority to a much hotter intensity. "Now that you're feeling more confident in yourself, it's time for the next part of the lesson."

"If it's anything like part one, I think I'm gonna like it." Seokjin said.

"A good dom always maintains perfect control." Namjoon said. "Or at least projects the illusion of it. Your sub is trusting you with their darkest desires. You have to be worthy of that trust. Or at least project it."

"How do you handle that level of trust?" Seokjin asked. "Aren't you afraid of what happens if you let your sub down?"

"Like all skills, it takes practice." Namjoon said. "It's why experienced Doms are so valuable in our community."

Seokjin raised his eyebrows. "So it's basically fake it til you make it."

Namjoon tilted his head slightly. "In a manner of speaking, yes. But if your sub can tell you're faking, then the whole experience will feel off." He leaned in close, his next words a whisper against Seokjin's mouth. "It's like faking an orgasm. A good partner will always be able to tell." Seokjin sighed and parted his lips against Namjoon’s, but the alpha didn't deepen the pressure. "Not so fast. You haven't earned a kiss yet."

"But I've done everything you asked." Seokjin pouted.

"Yes, but it's one thing to talk about having confidence." Namjoon said. "It's another thing to show it."

Even though he longed to feel the touch of Namjoon's lips, Seokjin's interest piqued. "What did you have in mind?"

"If you want to be a convincing Domme then you need to put your skills to the test." Namjoon said. "If you think you're ready, we could pay a quick visit to a BDSM club and roleplay as two strangers meeting for the first time. Just an alpha like me waiting to be picked up by a Dominatrix like you."

Delight gripped Seokjin. Roleplay with Namjoon was always fun and to do it in public added an extra element of excitement. "What club did you have in mind?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon grinned wickedly and turned to leave the dungeon. "The one I first took you to of course. I'll see you there in half an hour."

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Seokjin arrived at the BDSM club just after sunset feeling exhilarated. Since he was supposed to pretend he was there on his own, he headed straight for the bar. "Look at you, all grown up and cruising for new blood." The bartender greeted him.

"I can't believe you remember me." Seokjin said.

"I never forget an ass like yours." The alpha smirked. "What can I get you?"

Seokjin spotted Namjoon out of the corner of his eye and shook his head. "Nothing right now, thanks. I found what I'm looking for." He approached Namjoon with a sure step, remembering the alpha's instructions about confidence. "You look like someone I'd enjoy tying up." He sidled up to Namjoon and dragged a fingertip along his shoulder. After all, bold and brave was the only way to play. "Are you a handcuffs or silk scarf kind of alpha?"

Namjoon grinned. "They each have their place. Though I wouldn't let anyone without experience use them on me."

Seokjin blinked, taken aback. As a sub, he would never reply so boldly to a Dominant, even one he'd just met. "Does your Domme allow you to talk to them like that? If you were my sub-"

Namjoon interrupted with a short laugh. "Oh, I'd never take up with a Domme like you. I need someone with a more…masterful hand."

That was when Seokjin realized Namjoon was doing it on purpose, acting like a Dom instead of letting the omega take charge. Seokjin quickly composed himself, refusing to let Namjoon win. If Namjoon was going to throw punches, Seokjin planned to roll with them. "If you were my sub, you wouldn't be saying that for long. Don’t let my sweet smile fool you. I've been around the dungeon a few times."

Namjoon smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Please, you look like you wouldn't hurt a fly even if it got on its knees and begged for it."

"If I had you on your knees, that mouth would be too busy to beg." Seokjin retorted without missing a beat.

Namjoon relaxed his stance as Seokjin passed through the first test of his skills. "I can appreciate a Domme with a take no prisoners attitude."

The praise sent heat spreading through Seokjin, giving him another boost of confidence. "Oh, I take plenty of prisoners. In fact…" Seokjin took Namjoon by the arm and led him across the room to a wall of toys. "I think we'll start your torture right now." He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and dangled them from one finger, a thrill running through him at the role reversal. "I think we can put these to good use together."

"If you think you're up for the challenge." Namjoon looked skeptical but Seokjin knew that the best way to get the alpha to do anything was to goad him.

"My mistake." Seokjin said. "I thought you looked strong enough to handle it but if I’m wrong…"

Namjoon's eyes narrowed as Seokjin played with his new toy. "I'm not afraid of pain or of you."

"Then prove it." Seokjin challenged him. He unclasped one of the cuffs and dragged the cold metal over Namjoon's wrist.

Namjoon's jaw clenched but he didn't flinch. "That seemed a little tame to me. Are you sure you don't want me to show you how it's done?"

Seokjin smiled coyly. He may not have been an expert Domme, but he knew Namjoon was only used to playing one type of game. "We'll see if you still think that when you're bound and at my mercy." He quickly closed the cuff around Namjoon's wrist to emphasize his point.

Namjoon's eyes widened in delicious surprise. He held out both of his wrists as if inviting Seokjin to finish shackling him. "If you're so determined to prove me wrong, have at me."

"Good alpha." Seokjin knew Namjoon was only indulging him, but the omega still delighted in his temporary authority. He moved slowly, savoring it.

"Well?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "I don't have all night."

"And I'll take as long as I please." With a mischievous smile, Seokjin grabbed Namjoon's free hand and twisted it behind his back. Namjoon tried to wrest himself free, but Seokjin was too quick, catching the dangling cuff and clinching it shut. "I've got you right where I want you."

"We'll see about that." Namjoon mused.

Seokjin moved to stand in front of Namjoon, enjoying the swell of the alpha's chest with his arms pinned behind his back. "I could do with a bit more of this…" He pushed aside the fabric covering Namjoon's collarbone and licked a wet line along its ridge.

Namjoon growled softly and Seokjin abruptly changed from tender to rough, biting Namjoon's shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "Such a tease." Namjoon sighed out. "Not bad. What else do you have for me?"

"You’ve been such a good alpha, I think you should have a say." Seokjin said.

A smile crept across Namjoon's face. Seokjin didn’t trust that look but he was also starting to get very worked up. "Tease me right…here…" He twisted to tug his shirt out of his waistband from behind his bac, revealing his perfectly molded abdomen. Seokjin bent down to greet Namjoon's skin with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Namjoon bit back a gasp. Before Seokjin could pull back, Namjoon shifted one leg, pinning Seokjin between his thighs. "You nearly got me going there. Very impressive."

"How impressive?" Seokjin asked.

"Impressive enough to take the rest of this session to the back room." Namjoon said. "You're coming with me."

Seokjin hastily removed the handcuffs before Namjoon pulled him behind a curtain to a private area where more couples were playing. As Namjoon found a secluded corner, Seokjin knew it was his last chance to assert himself before Namjoon resumed full command. "It's time for me to taste you." He nudged Namjoon gently against the wall, his hand flat on the alpha's chest. "I'm gonna glide my tongue all over your body and you have no choice but to stand there and take it."

Namjoon smirked. "That's an order I'll happily submit to."

Seokjin got on his knees, his hands all over Namjoon as he greedily pushed aside the alpha's clothes. "If it gets to be too much, you can always resort to your safe word."

"You could never be too much for me." Namjoon plunged his hands into Seokjin's hair as he guided the omega towards his dick. There was no mistaking who was truly in control.

Namjoon's hips bucked as Seokjin took him into his mouth, the omega's tongue eagerly working up and down his length. Seokjin pulled off after a few bobs of his head in order to speak. "Don't get greedy. If I want to take my time sucking you off, that's what I'm gonna do."

Namjoon forced Seokjin's head back before driving his hips against Seokjin's mouth with a thrust that dug deep. "Go ahead, little lamb. I dare you to try." It didn't take long for Namjoon's climax to approach. The whole night had been working up to that moment. "Even when you're in charge, I get to come whenever I want."

As Namjoon's hips pistoned faster into Seokjin's mouth, demanding complete submission from the omega, Seokjin knew he was right. He popped off of Namjoon with a desperate gasp. "Please let me finish you off." He begged.

"Only because you've been such a confident omega." Namjoon growled before pushing inside of Seokjin's mouth again. He thrusted once, twice, then Seokjin felt the pulse of Namjoon's orgasm through every part of his body as the alpha's cum coated his throat. Seokjin's legs shook as he stood up, the two of them adjusting their clothes. Namjoon's glance was predictably amused. "A few more nights like this and you might be ready for the next lesson."

Seokjin took in a deep breath. "What's the next lesson?"

Namjoon smirked. "You'll find out when I'm ready to tell you and not a second before."

***

Seokjin met up with Hoseok at an upscale boutique to find the perfect outfit for his job interview. "Okay, I need the run down on the look we're going for." Hoseok said. "More intellectual sex goddess or high-powered political sex goddess?"

"Is there a reason all your options include sex goddess?" Seokjin laughed.

"The sex goddess part is built in, my friend." Hoseok said. "I'm just trying to properly accessorize you."

Seokjin shook his head in amusement as he started perusing the racks. A shopping excursion with Hoseok was the final confidence boost he needed to get it right. "High powered political sex goddess then. It's a political writer gig at Nerve, that new only magazine that broke the Buzzgate story."

Hoseok's eyes widened. "Nerve is everywhere right now! That's a hell of a first interview."

"Yeah, I still can't believe I found something so perfect so fast." Seokjin said. "It feels so surreal for them to contact me out of the blue like that…" He trailed off as he heard Namjoon's voice in his head reminding him about a Domme's confidence. "Actually, no. They're lucky to get me on such short notice."

"Damn straight." Hoseok smiled. "Did the email say anything about who recommended you for the position?"

Seokjin shook his head. "It said I was highly recommended but didn't mention a name. Must've been someone on Sihyuk's campaign though." He cast Hoseok a sideways look. "Speaking of, how are things around there? Is it a desolate wasteland since I left?"

"Basically." Hoseok sighed. "I was so desperate for excitement that I talked to the alpha who delivers our water coolers for an hour yesterday."

"I'm sorry." Seokjin frowned. "That sounds awful."

"Oh, it wasn't." Hoseok said. "He moonlights as an underwear model." Seokjin looked at him in shock. "What? I scheduled a ton of tweets while we chatted. Your boy can multitask with the best of them." His expression grew more serious. "Seriously, though, it's getting down to the campaign wire, so everyone has their noses to the grindstone."

"I'm really gonna miss having my bestie in the office." Seokjin said.

"I'm gonna miss you too." Hoseok said. "But this is a good move for you. It sounds like a serious step up."

Seokjin smiled. "I know. I'm ready to tackle things on a national level."

Hoseok nudged him. "Look at you all grown up and full of yourself. Where did this newfound confidence come from?"

"It's about time I owned my strengths." Seokjin said. "I’m tired of always feeling like I’m not enough. I'm smart, I'm driven, and I'm good at what I do."

"That's it." Hoseok clapped his hands together. "If we're gonna capitalize on this bold new you, we need an outfit that kicks ass and takes names." He pulled out a sexy yet professional coral and white blouse and slacks combo, holding it up for Seokjin to see. "And this is just the thing to do it."

Seokjin lit up at the sight of the outfit. "This is what a Domme would wear to land their dream job which means it's perfect for me." He took the outfit and headed to the dressing room to make sure it fit.

Hoseok followed after him with a laugh. "The people at Nerve aren't gonna know what hit them!"

Once Seokjin had tried on the outfit and changed back into his own clothes, he headed for the register to purchase it only for Hoseok to stop him. "Not so fast. I just spotted something I know you won't be able to resist." He pointed to a pair of super tall, sexy stiletto heels.

Seokjin's eyes widened. "They're gorgeous…are you sure I can pull them off?"

"Oh, honey, you will be rocking those both at the interview and in the dungeon." Hoseok assured him.

Seokjin picked the shoes up and turned them in his hands, the patent leather firm yet supple. "Shoes like these can bring so much pain." He pressed the tip of the heel against his wrist to show how even a little pressure could leave a mark. "No confident, sexy Domme would go to an interview without them. I'm in."

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The day of Seokjin's interview, he felt confident about his prospects. Namjoon and Hoseok were right. Seokjin was on his way up in the world. Nerve would be lucky to have him. He pushed through the door of his prospective new office right on time. An alpha and an omega waited in the lobby to greet him. "Seokjin-ssi, welcome to Nerve." The alpha bowed first. "I'm Harin from human resources." Seokjin smiled and bowed back. "One would think this is a fashion magazine with the way you've dressed up."

Seokjin chuckled. "Fashion is way too cutthroat for me. Politics is much more my speed."

"Funny." The omega next to Harin said flatly. "An omega of many talents, I see."

"This is Park Yujun." Harin introduced him. "Our senior political editor."

"AKA your boss." Yujun said. "If you impress us today."

Something about Yujun was familiar but Seokjin couldn't seem to place him. "It's a pleasure to meet you both."

Harin smiled. "Likewise. Please follow me." She led Seokjin and Yujun to a conference room and gestured for Seokjin to take a seat at the round table. "As I mentioned in the email, we've reviewed your body of work. You've accomplished a lot in a very short time."

"And based on the recommendation we received, you've made quite the impression on some influential people." There was something in Yujun's tone and gaze that had Seokjin a bit on edge. "One almost wonders how you managed it all."

Seokjin refused to let himself appear flustered. A Domme wouldn't let that kind of talk slide. "I have accomplished a lot." He said. "But that's because politics is my passion. It's easy to succeed at something when you're willing to put everything you have into it."

"Well, you certainly seem to be putting everything into it." Yujun said, and although it sounded like a compliment, his tone came off begrudging.

Seokjin cleared his throat. "Politics are all about branding and image. Sending the right message matters even behind the scenes. It's important to convey an air of control."

"Exactly." Harin agreed. "Not enough writers see the benefits of a curated image." With a friendly smile, she pulled out a pen and launched into her questions. "We'll start with a simple one. In your opinion, what is the most important part of being a political writer?"

"The most important part is staying unbiased." Seokjin said. "A good political writer keeps opinions off the page. My job is to present facts, not pursue an agenda."

Harin nodded. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

"It's always good to brush up on the basics." Seokjin said. Yujun gave Seokjin a chilly stare as Harin jotted down a few notes. Seokjin fought the urge to fidget. Looks like his play sessions with Namjoon staring at him naked were good for more than just pleasure and gratification.

"Politics doesn't usually conform to the typical nine to five work schedule." Harin continued. "How do you feel about being asked to work odd or extended hours when there's a big story or an election?"

"Well, I'll do anything to get the story." Seokjin said. "I'm a firm believer in work life balance but there are times when the story comes first."

Harin smiled. "I have to say, I like what I'm hearing. You obviously understand the world of politics."

"I love everything about it." Seokjin said. "The demanding pace, the high stakes, the power."

Yujun sat up straight. "My turn to ask a question." His eyes glittered as they met Seokjin's and Seokjin couldn't help feeling that he knew about the photos leaked to Sihyuk's office. "As you know, politics is rife with intrigue. What would you do if you found out an elected official had a dark secret?"

Seokjin tried his best to keep his expression composed despite the way chill that had entered his body. "If I found a secret, I'd discover the truth behind it. I'd never report a story or leak any information until I was 100% sure of my sources. No one deserves to have their career damaged over false accusations. Even in politics."

"Great answer." Harin said. "Ethics are important in any field of journalism but especially in political reporting."

"Everyone deserves the truth." Seokjin said.

Yujun raised his eyebrows as he studied Seokjin. "Not bad. You're more promising than I expected."

Harin chuckled. "You don't know Yujun yet but that's high praise coming from him. He's not an easy omega to please." She jotted down a few more notes. "That's all our questions for now. Is there anything else we should know about you?"

Seokjin took a deep breath. "You should know that I'm perfect for this job. I'm not like the other candidates. I joined the workforce late, yet I've accomplished more in the past year than most do in a decade. I'm good at this job and even more important, I'm hungry for it. No one will work as hard as me."

"That's some guarantee." Harin mused.

Yujun tilted his head. "I have to say, you're not at all what I expected."

Seokjin raised his eyebrow in his best Namjoon imitation. Yujun seemed to react instinctively to it, his whole posture softening. "I hope you're not disappointed by what you found."

"Surprised but certainly not disappointed." Yujun said.

"We still have a few more candidates to interview." Harin informed him as they all stood up. "But you're the omega to beat. We'll be in touch."

Seokjin bowed to them. "I look forward to hearing from you." He left the room feeling proud of himself for doing his best no matter what the outcome.

He headed home, ready to give himself a nice long restful evening after all the prep work he had put in for the interview. As soon as he was flopped on the couch, he called Namjoon, as he had promised to tell the alpha how the interview had gone. Namjoon answered the call on the first ring. "How did it go? Am I talking to the newest political writer at Nerve?"

"I'm not sure." Seokjin said. "But my Domme lessons came in handy. The interviewers tried to pull a good cop bad cop routine on me, but I put my new Domme persona to use."

"You shouldn't have had to do that."

The surprise in Namjoon's voice had Seokjin pausing for a second, but then his excitement over his performance won over, making him forget the oddity. "It honestly felt pretty good. I'll be proud even if I don't get the job."

"That's unacceptable." That time, the hard edge of the tone typically reserved for when they were in a scene made Seokjin completely focus on the alpha's voice. "You will get that job, Seokjin. That's all there is to it."

***

While Seokjin was interviewing for a political writer position at Nerve magazine, Namjoon found himself sitting across from a brand-new client. "Please have a seat." He gestured across the conference table from his normal chair. "Why don't you start by telling me what brings you here today?"

"I was referred by Kim Haeun, the National Assembly member." Jian, the alpha who had searched Namjoon out for her divorce, said as she sat down. "She said you're the best in the business."

"She's right." Namjoon said. "I am the best. And I helped her with a tricky separation a few years ago."

Jian sighed. "Then I hope you can help. My wife and I have been having trouble for a while now and I've finally had enough." Her voice wavered.

Namjoon reached for the bottle of champagne he kept on hand for every new client and popped the cork. "That deserves a toast. To the first day of the rest of your life." He poured a glass for each of them, but Jian didn't reach for hers.

"Thank you but I don't think I'm ready to celebrate yet." Jian said quietly.

"You will be by the time I'm done with your wife." Namjoon assured her. "Whatever she did, whatever she made you feel, we'll nail her for it, and we'll nail her hard."

Jian's demeanor grew even more somber at Namjoon's words. "What if she doesn't deserve that?"

Namjoon shook his head. "Trust me, no marriage ends on an innocent note. So why don't you tell me what brought you into my office? What exactly happened between you and your wife?"

"Nothing happened." Jian said. "AT least nothing specific."

"Cheating?" Namjoon asked. "Excessive spending habits? Emotional or physical abuse?"

"No!" Jian seemed genuinely shocked that Namjoon would even assume that. "Hayoon would never do any of those things. It was more like little things that added up over the years. She used to get home at the same time every day but a few years ago, she started working overtime. We started fighting more and she just got distant. Cold. I feel like I'm married to a stranger, and I can't take it anymore."

It wasn't the laundry list of actionable grievances Namjoon was used to but the alpha in front of him clearly hadn't had a win in a long time. Namjoon could give her one. "Don’t worry. Even without clear fault, there's emotional neglect, failure to uphold her end of the bargain, I can work with that. In the meantime, get copies of your financial documents, change any shared passwords, and send me a list of the assets you'll be dividing."

Jian let out a sad laugh. "You make it sound so easy."

Namjoon smiled. "That's because, with my help, it will be."

***

Namjoon was about to open a bottle of wine and put a new drama on the TV when his phone rang. He picked it up in an instant. "How did it go? Am I talking to the newest political writer at Nerve?"

"I’m not sure." Seokjin said, which had Namjoon instantly frowning. "I did the best I could but there's a chance they'll give it to someone else." Namjoon forgot about the wine as Seokjin launched into a description of his interview and the hardass of an omega who had interviewed him. "I really thought he'd be more welcoming. Especially since they were the ones to contact me." Namjoon clutched the phone tighter in his hand. He should have known something like that would happen. "What's wrong?"

What was wrong was that Namjoon had pulled every string he had to get Seokjin the interview and he wouldn't let Yujun get away with treating Seokjin like that. He hadn't allowed that kind of defiance when Yujun was his sub, and he definitely wouldn't now that Seokjin was under his protection. But Namjoon didn't say that. Rather he bit back his true thoughts and focused on what was important. "You will get that job, Seokjin. That's all there is to it. Because I know how talented you are. You're the most qualified candidate for that job. You know it, I know it, and it's only a matter of time before Nerve knows it too."

Seokjin sighed. "I wish I could be so sure. But there's nothing I can do about it besides wait for a rejection or an offer. What about you? How was your day?"

"A little strange." Namjoon said. "I got a new client, but I don’t know what to make of her. She didn't have the usual grievances about her soon to be ex. You remember what it was like when you first walked into my office. You were ready to crush Minjoon like a tin can."

"That's not all I remember about that meeting…"

Namjoon's body tightened at the memory of Seokjin's expression as he pulled Minjoon's handcuffs out of his bag, then when Namjoon offered to give him a demonstration. "Fair enough. But this alpha didn't bring in anything. No handcuffs. Not even a suspicious receipt. I couldn't make heads or tails of her." He froze at Seokjin's sudden trill of laughter.

"I might not have met her, but I know exactly what's going on with her."

"What is it?" Namjoon asked.

Instead of answering, Seokjin's voice dropped to a sultry teasing tone. "I don't know, Namjoon-ssi. Now that I have all this control and confidence, you'll have to earn that answer." Namjoon felt a tight coil of frustration building inside him. But it wasn't just frustration. There was a heat low in his stomach too. Seokjin was playing him, and Namjoon was actually considering letting him. What was happening to him? "Well? Are you prepared to earn my advice?"

"I don't earn rewards, Seokjin." Namjoon said. "I demand them."

"Not good enough." Seokjin said. "Now that I have all the answers for once, I'm feeling a little drunk on my own power."

Namjoon relaxed into the couch and propped his legs up on the coffee table, enjoying the battle for supremacy more than he thought he would. "Threats of retribution might do the trick."

"Nope." Seokjin denied. "Not when you're halfway across the city. Nothing you say can hurt me from here."

"Believe me, Seokjin, I can always make it hurt." Namjoon said. "In all the right and wrong ways." Seokjin's soft answering moan proved that Namjoon was on the right track. "Don't forget who taught you about control in the first place." Even though Seokjin couldn't see him, Namjoon smirked and allowed his voice to fall into its natural deep drawl. "I still have more control in the palm of my hand than you do in that entire quivering body of yours."

Seokjin sucked in a deep breath. Namjoon was certain Seokjin was drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, drinking in each of Namjoon's words. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

"No." Namjoon said. "It's supposed to remind you that in a battle of wills, I'll always come out on top."

Seokjin took another breath to steady himself, shaky with desire. Namjoon could picture his chest rising and falling with it, the omega's lips slightly parted. "You know I can't resist a promise like that. And your client's not that difficult to figure out. Let me guess, you walked into the room with your usual air of calm assurance?"

"Of course." Namjoon said.

"Did you ask her about the reason for her divorce?"

Namjoon nodded even though Seokjin couldn't see him. "That was one of the first things I did but it felt like she was holding back. She just fed me a bunch of wishy-washy half reasons."

"And when you offered her a toast, she declined?" Seokjin guessed.

Namjoon shifted his weight on the couch, even more frustrated than before. Maybe Seokjin was drawing it out on purpose but so far, he hadn't told Namjoon anything he didn't already know. "Is this going somewhere?"

"Think, Namjoon." Seokjin said. "What might cause an alpha to do all that while sitting in their divorce attorney's office?"

"Maybe she lacks a killer instinct." Namjoon said. "She seemed like a nice person. Probably too nice. She didn't want to bad mouth her ex. If she doesn't want to get taken advantage of, an alpha like that needs a war horse like me."

Seokjin stopped Namjoon with a deep sigh. "Namjoon, that isn't even close to what she wants."

Namjoon chuckled. "I think I know more about divorce than you."

"Yes, but I know more about marriage." Seokjin retorted. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe she doesn't actually want to split up? That maybe she's heartbroken and looking for a way to fix things?"

Namjoon blinked and pulled his phone away from his ear for a moment to stare at it, trying to process what Seokjin was saying. "That's just your optimism talking." Namjoon eventually said. "The only happy marriage I've ever seen is one that's over."

"That might be the saddest thing I've ever heard." Seokjin said.

"That doesn't make it any less true." Namjoon said.

"You only say that because you're a divorce attorney. You spend all day talking to unhappy married couples. The ones who still love each other stay as far away from you as they can get."

"Or they only exist in your imagination." Namjoon retorted.

Seokjin groaned and Namjoon could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "You asked for my advice so here it is. You need to help your client decide if she even wants this divorce before you can proceed. Otherwise, you won't get anywhere."

Namjoon paused and considered Seokjin's words. He wasn't convinced Seokjin was right, but he made some good points. "You've given me a lot to consider, and I appreciate your help. I can handle things from here."

"I didn't do it for free, remember?" Seokjin's tone shifted, his voice dropping low in a way that made Namjoon's muscles tense reflexively. "There are plenty of other ways you can thank me. You did promise to always come out on top."

Seokjin might not understand things from a lawyer's perspective, but he did hold up his end of the bargain. And he sounded so eager, so ready for Namjoon. "You were a very good omega tonight, Seokjin. You deserve a little reward."

An excited gasp escaped Seokjin. "Yes please. I'd like that very much."

Namjoon smirked. "Would you like to touch yourself?"

"So much." Seokjin breathed out.

"Are you wearing your lace panties right now?" Namjoon asked.

"I always wear them for you, sir. You know that."

"Then I want you to sit down and open your legs." Namjoon instructed. "Describe your panties to me." He heard the rustling of fabric and a soft eager gasp as Seokjin scrambled to comply. He could practically picture Seokjin there, so ready for him, so obedient.

When Seokjin finally replied, his voice was thick with need. "My thighs are opened wide for you. The lace just barely covers me. I can already see how damp they're getting, how badly I'm soaking them."

"Good." Namjoon growled appreciatively. "I'll let you rub yourself over the top of the fabric. Feel how rough the lace is against you."

There was an unmistakable sound of fingers on slick fabric then a moan that sent a jolt of heat to Namjoon's cock. "OH god, it feels so good…"

Namjoon's cock throbbed between his thighs, growing harder with each word, demanding satisfaction. "If I was there with you right now, I'd pin you up against the nearest wall."

"Yes, it's what I deserve." Seokjin moaned.

"Those arms would be shackled above your head." Namjoon continued. "Your legs pulled so far open you'd feel it burn inside your thighs."

Seokjin moaned again and Namjoon heard the rustle of fingers against fabric speed up, the soft thump of Seokjin's head lolling back against the furniture. "Oh, it hurts!"

"Good." Namjoon said. "It should hurt. I want your hips bucking to get free. I want you desperate to escape me."

"Please, Namjoon." Seokjin whimpered. "Don't make me suffer for long. I want you so bad."

"I know you do." Namjoon said. "You want me to fill you, surround you. You want me to drive you against the wall so hard it starts to crack." Seokjin sounded so close that it set every one of Namjoon's nerves alight. He could make Seokjin come with nothing more than a word. "Would you like to finish yourself off now?"

"Please let me, sir."

Namjoon grinned at the desperation in Seokjin's voice. "Then Lick your fingertip."

"I'm licking it. I'm sucking it so hard."

"Now touch it to your nipple while you ride your hand." Namjoon instructed. "Feel how wet you are both inside and out." He felt fully in control again as he listened to Seokjin's soft moans. That was what it meant to be a Dom, to have all the power. "When you touch yourself like this, I want to know what you're picturing. I want to know what you see. Is it my fingers you're feeling?"

"Yes, it feels so good. You know just how to touch me…I'm so close now…your fingers are…so deep…"

Namjoon's lips curled in a smile as Seokjin's desperate please filled the phone. Each sound made Namjoon's cock throb but there would be time to take care of that later. Seokjin needed him to finish him, almost as much as Namjoon needed to hear Seokjin cry out in ecstasy. "Drive that hand even deeper. Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name."

"Namjoon!" Even though they were kilometers apart, Namjoon could practically see the ecstasy on Seokjin's face and smell his desire in the air as his orgasm took over. "OH god, I don’t think I can feel my toes."

"Good." Namjoon said. "The only thing you should be feeling right now is how empty you re without me."

"I do." Seokjin panted. "You made damn well good and sure of that."

"Then sweet dreams, little lamb." Namjoon said. "Get some rest. That's an order."

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The moment Namjoon snagged a free hour in his schedule, he had Jungkook drive him to the Nerve offices. Yujun, his former sub, looked up in surprise as Namjoon stalked into his office and so did the nervous young omega sitting in front of him. "Namjoon? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because your attempts at playing hardball are pathetic." Namjoon said. "And incredibly transparent. You think I can't tell a cry for attention when I see one?"

The nervous omega slowly stood up. "Um, maybe I should come back another time." She bustled out without a backward glance.

Namjoon barely registered her departure, fixing Yujun with a steely look. "I don't have time for games, Yujun. I thought we agreed that you'd do this for me."

Yujun crossed his arms. "We agreed that I'd interview your friend like everyone else, not that I'd hand him a job. And it turns out he isn't a good fit."

"That's bullshit." Namjoon said. "What can you possibly say against him?"

"For one thing, he's too inexperienced." Yujun said. "Half of a political speechwriting campaign isn't much to write home about."

"I know speechwriters who have been on the campaign trail for years without reaching the same level of success he's had in months." Namjoon said."

"Maybe so." Yujun shrugged. "But he's way too meek for a job like this. He doesn't have the guts to go after the really tough stories." The thought almost made Namjoon laugh. No sub had ever disobeyed him as much as Seokjin had or with such delicious success. "And even though you clearly disagree, I have about 20 different candidates who would kill for this position."

Namjoon shook his head. "I don’t care about any of them. And neither should you." He stalked closer to Yujun, allowing a slow smile to touch his lips. "Have you forgotten how it feels to please me?" When Yujun's eyes fixed on Namjoon's mouth, unable to tear away, namjoon knew how to lock it in. "I remember a time when pleasing me was the only thing you cared about. You used to be willing to do anything."

Yujun took a shaky breath. "That was a long time ago." He toyed with the collar of his shirt as Namjoon continued to stare at him, his eyes not quite meeting the alpha's. "Fine. I'll think about it. How's that?"

"Just don't take too long." Namjoon took a step back. "And Yujun, keep our personal history between the two of us. The less Seokjin knows about our past, the better. For everyone."

***

As soon as Namjoon returned to his penthouse, he could sense that something was up. The sound of smooth jazz and the smell of burnt toast filled the air. "It's about time you got home!" Taehyung exclaimed as he strolled into the room in an outfit clearly meant for a nightclub. "I set off the smoke alarm three times. You might need a new toaster."

Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest. "Out with it. What happened and how much is it going to cost me?"

"Don't be such a grump." Taehyung said. "This is a celebration! My transfer paperwork for SNU finally went through!"

"So you're officially a student?" Namjoon asked.

Taehyung nodded excitedly. "There's no way Appa can force me back to Daegu now!" HE did a neat twirl in the middle of the living room before turning back to Namjoon with an unmistakable twinkle in his eyes. "Hoseok and Seokjin have already promised to go out with me tonight to celebrate. If you ask nicely, we might even let you come with us."

Namjoon grinned. "Oh, I'm coming with you. And I'm buying your drinks."

Taehyung clapped his hands and started gathering his things. "Then I will be ordering nothing but top shelf liquor all night long!"

***

Since it was Taehyung's celebration, he led Namjoon to a popular club where Hoseok and Seokjin were already waiting in line outside the entrance. "Namjoon, you came!" Seokjin lit up at the sight of the alpha.

"I told you it'd be easy to get him to come." Taehyung laughed. "Just mention Seokjin and suddenly it's all, 'what time are we leaving?'"

"Your friend Yoongi was keeping us company for a while, but he disappeared." Hoseok said.

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows. "Yoongi's in town? And he didn't tell me?"

Taehyung shrugged. "He said he had some last-minute business trip but that he'd try to squeeze us in."

"From the look of it, we're not the only thing he's trying to squeeze." Seokjin nodded towards the back of the line where Yoongi was smirking at a foreign omega who was staring at him with adoring eyes.

"My favorite thing about this city is all its hidden beauties." They could hear Yoongi saying. "You never know when you'll stumble upon something…fresh."

The omega giggled, her cheeks flushing. "You're just saying that to be nice."

"Or I'm saying it to be very, very naughty." He looked over and spotted Namjoon with the others. He sauntered over with the omega in tow, a victorious grin plastered on his smug face. "Well hello there beautiful people."

Namjoon raised his eyebrows. "It sounds like you barely just arrived, and you've already found someone. Now I can see where your priorities lie."

"Right here with this beautiful omega." Yoongi gestured to her. "Everyone, this is Katie."

The omega gave everyone a bright smile. "Hello!"

"Nice to meet you." Seokjin said.

"She will be joining us for the foreseeable future." Yoongi said.

Namjoon chuckled as the omega fluttered her eyelashes enticingly at Yoongi. "Yoongi is gonna eat her alive." He murmured to the others. "By the time he's done with her, there will be nothing left but a few pieces of glitter."

"Maybe she's tougher than she looks." Seokjin said.

"Or maybe she likes being eaten." hoseok waggled his eyebrows.

As the line moved forward a few paces, an alpha bumped into Seokjin from behind. He took a deep whiff of the omega's scent before staggering back. "Back off." Namjoon growled at the alpha. "This isn't a petting zoo."

"That's a shame.' The alpha smirked. "There's plenty here worth petting."

Hoseok scrunched his nose in disgust. "That is the worst pickup line I've ever heard. And I once had an alpha tell me that if I were a fruit, I'd be a fineapple."

"I'm sure he didn't mean it." Seokjin said. "It's just crowded here, that's-" He cut off with a yelp as another random alpha bumped into him, pushing him further into Namjoon's arms.

Namjoon scoffed in frustration. "This is what happens when you pick the busiest club in the whole city. We're getting out of here."

"We can't just go home!" Taehyung whined. "You promised we'd celebrate my big news!"

"Taehyung, I know the owners of at least 50 different clubs in this city." Namjoon deadpanned. "Hell, I'm invested in half of them."

Taehyung's eyes lit up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Namjoon nodded. 'Take your pick, little brother. No more waiting in line. I'll make sure they roll out the red carpet for us."

Hoseok let out a whoop. "Red carpet, velvet ropes, diamond disco balls, count me in!"

Seokjin snorted. "I don’t' think there's such a thing as a diamond disco ball.

"Don't ruin this for me, Seokjin." Taehyung said.

Namjoon gestured for Yoongi and his new friend to join them as Taehyung eagerly searched for a hot club to hit up. "Are you sure you don't mind if I join in?" Katie asked shyly.

Yoongi didn't give Namjoon a chance to answer her. He wrapped his arm firmly around the foreign omega's waist, his lips quirking in a hungry smile. "I absolutely insist on it.”

***

As soon as they arrived at Taehyung's new chosen club, they were engulfed in a vibrant atmosphere that promised a night they wouldn't forget. "Hello, Namjoon-ssi." The bouncer of the VIP section greeted him as they approached. "It's not every day we get a visit from someone like you."

"It's not every day my brother changes his life for the better." Namjoon said proudly.

"And which one of these lucky omegas is your brother?" The bouncer asked before his gaze landed on Yoongi. "Or alpha."

Taehyung raised his hand. "I am! Today marks the day I am officially a free omega!"

The bouncer smiled. "That's definitely something worth celebrating."

While the group took in the sights, Seokjin was oddly quiet beside Namjoon. The alpha reached for him and caught the warm glow in Seokjin's cheeks and in his eyes. Namjoon knew exactly what Seokjin was thinking. "I'm proud of Taehyung." Seokjin said. "Getting out from under the thumb of someone that toxic isn't easy."

Namjoon leaned in to brush his lips against Seokjin's ear, letting the omega's warm scent wash over him. "The let's consider this a celebration for both of you."

The bouncer led them all to a table in the VIP section where a slightly elevated platform gave them privacy and a view of the whole club. "Wait, all this is for me?" Taehyung asked in shock.

"Oh, we're only just getting started." Namjoon smirked as he turned to the bouncer and ordered full bottle service. It was time he showed Taehyung what it looked like to be supported by a family member with no strings attached. Taehyung gasped excitedly when the first round of drinks was brought over. "Bottoms up, little brother. We're not leaving this club until every drop is gone." Everyone at the table eagerly reached for a glass but before takin ga sip, Namjoon lifted his drink in a toast. "I may not say this very often, Taehyung, but I'm proud of you. Not just of what you've done and how far you've come but of who you are. It takes a special kind of person to grow up in a house like ours and not let it change them."

Taehyung's eyes glistened. "Namjoon, you're gonna make me cry."

"Hold it in." Hoseok said. "Your eyeliner is perfect."

"No matter what Appa threw at you," Namjoon continued, "you never compromised your ideals. That's worth more than all of his money and power combined."

Seokjin smiled. "I'll drink to that."

"You guys are so cute!" Katie gushed. "I picked the right people to party with tonight."

Namjoon raised his glass higher. "To Taehyung!" Everyone cheered and knocked back their drinks. Seokjin glanced at Namjoon with a warm gaze. Instead of bringing his drink to his own lips, Namjoon held the glass to Seokjin's lips, lowering his voice to a rough whisper. "Drink. But don't swallow."

Seokjin nodded. "Anything for you, Namjoon." He took a long sip and stayed obediently still as Namjoon leaned in and tilted his head to meet his.

Namjoon kissed Seokjin long and deep, letting the drink spill over Seokjin's lips and into his own. The drink quenched Namjoon's thirst but kissing Seokjin ignited a different thirst entirely. "Good omega."

"Namjoon!" Taehyung banged his hand against the table. "Stop smooching Seokjin and get us more drinks!"

There was no stopping Taehyung after that. He lost no time in dragging Hoseok out to the dance floor to show off their moves and to turn the dance floor into a party. But rather than joining them, Seokjin noticed Katie sitting shyly off to one side and scooted closer. "Katie, right?" He asked.

Katie nodded. "I'm sorry if I crashed your party tonight."

"Don't be." Seokjin shook his head. "When it comes to Taehyung, there's no such thing as crashing. He can keep up with anything."

While Seokjin was trying to make Katie comfortable, Namjoon drew Yoongi of to one side. "So do you want to talk about what's going on?" He asked.

Yoongi shook his head. "Not particularly."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to pry it out of you?"

Yoongi relaxed enough to chuckle, but his gaze didn't stray from Katie's face. "There's not much to say. She's just…different."

"If by 'different' you mean 'way too naïve for you'." Namjoon said.

"I'm serious, Namjoon." Yoongi said. "She's sweet and she's not playing any games, you know? What you see is what you get with her."

Namjoon gave a tiny nod of understanding. "Being with an omega like that will change your life." His gaze drifted to Seokjin for a moment before he turned back to his best friend. "Sweet and straightforward isn't as easy as it sounds, Yoongi. Remember that."

Yoongi shrugged. "But you don't regret it, do you?"

Shaking his head, Namjoon watched Seokjin and Katie get to know one another, both of their faces animated as they chatted. The two omegas shared more in common than they realized. "Not for one second. Just be careful, that's all I'm saying."

Yoongi looked like he was about to argue but then Taehyung returned to the table to toss back another shot and drag everyone onto the dance floor with him. "What's the point of coming to a club like this if all you're gonna do is talk?"

Yoongi got to his feet and held a hand out toward Katie. "Shall we?"

Katie smiled and took Yoongi's hand. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

Namjoon turned to smile at Seokjin, holding out a hand. In the pulsing lights of the club, his skin was practically glowing. "Well, Seokjin?"

"You know I'm ready." Seokjin placed his hand in Namjoon's. "For anything."

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Namjoon led Seokjin to the center of the dance floor and pulled his body tight against his own, their hips flush together as they began moving to the beat. "Someone's impatient." Seokjin chuckled.

"If you don't want me touching you, you shouldn't look so tempting." Namjoon said.

"I can't help it if I'm irresistible." Seokjin retorted.

Namjoon slid a hand down the curve of Seokjin's hip, his fingers squeeing the omega's ass as he guided his body to move in time to his. Seokjin gasped at the pressure of Namjoon's fingers, just a hint of pain mixed with delight, and matched the alpha's movements beat for beat. "How would you like it if I put a on a show for you?" Namjoon asked, pulling another gasp from Seokjin as he dug his fingers in a little deeper.

"Right now?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon spun Seokjin around so that his ass was pressed hard against his hips, Seokjin's body pinned against his own as they moved in time to the beat. "Let me feel your body move." Ne murmured.

Seokjin gasped yet again as Namjoon traced the shape of his body, not stopping until he reached the hem of Seokjin's dress. Slipping his fingers underneath, Namjoon quickly found the waiting heat between the omega's legs. "You can't. Not here…not like this…"

"No one is paying any attention to us." Namjoon assured him. "I could finger you until you cum and no one would ever know." As if to prove it, he teased his fingers along the edge of Seokjin's panties. Seokjin half-heartedly tried to twist away but Namjoon used the thrum of the music to keep him moving in time to the beat. The dance floor was packed with writhing bodies in every direction but there was only one body Namjoon cared about in that moment. "You know what's nice about a place like this?"

"The music?" Seokjin guessed. "The people? The booze?"

Namjoon shook his head. "The opportunity to show you off." He bunched Seokjin's dress up to the tops of his thighs, exposing enough skin to draw eyes from the crowd.

"They seem to like that." Seokjin murmured.

As Namjoon grazed his fingers lightly between Seokjin's thighs, he could tell that the onlookers weren't the only ones enjoying themselves. "You want them to see, don’t you?"

"It's your fault for making me so hot." Seokjin whined. "But if they're looking, why don't we give them something worth looking at?" Instead of gasping or pulling away, Seokjin arched his back and grinded his ass against Namjoon, every soft inch of his body pulsating with promise.

"I can see what you're doing." Namjoon said. "Pushing my buttons. Toying with me." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "You like doing it in public, don't you? So I can't punish you until later?"

Seokjin smirked up at Namjoon with newfound confidence and a heat in his eyes that made Namjoon's body tense and coil, ready to spring. "All our Domme lessons must be making me bold."

"Boldness isn't everything." Namjoon said. Seokjin suddenly turned to face Namjoon and trailed a hand down to his waistband. Giving Namjoon's belt a strong tug, Seokjin drew the alpha's hips toward him. Seokjin's fingers snaked lower and lower until he found what he was looking for, cupping Namjoon through his pants. "Even with you feeling me up on the dance floor, I am still the one in charge."

"Are you sure about that?" Seokjin asked coyly. Ignoring the other dancers, Namjoon stepped back so that Seokjin was left grasping empty air. Seokjin looked desperate as he reached for Namjoon. "What are you doing? Things were just starting to get good."

Namjoon chuckled. "On the contrary, things are about to get bad. Very, very bad."

Seokjin's eyelashes fluttered, his chest heaving with want as he recognized the tone of Namjoon's voice. "I'm sorry. I take it all back. I 'll be good for the rest of the night, I swear."

"It's too late for that." Namjoon said. "You're the one who wanted to test boundaries."

"Will you punish me for it later?" Seokjin couldn't hide the eagerness in his question even if he'd tried.

Namjoon cast a quick glance around the club. There were so many things Namjoon could do to Seokjin in a place like that. "Or I could punish you right here right now." He grabbed Seokjin by the wrist and pulled him off the dance floor.

With a soft cry of surprise, Seokjin followed Namjoon's lead. "I was only pretending to be in charge, sir. I didn't mean it."

"It's too late for that." Namjoon said. "You got me worked up and now you're going to have to do something about it."

"Right here?" Seokjin's question came out in an exhale.

Namjoon shook his head as he surveyed his options. He needed somewhere he could have Seokjin to himself, and he needed it fast. "We'll go somewhere a little more private. Where no one will hear you scream until I want them to." He turned up a small flight of stairs to the luxury bathrooms reserved for VIP guests. The attendant at the door took one look at Namjoon's expression and left. "That was the last person on earth who could save you." A growl rumbled in Namjoon's chest as he turned to Seokjin. "Now you're all mine." He roughly pushed Seokjin up against an elegantly tiled wall. Seokjin body gave way against Namjoon's as the alpha pinned him in place. Namjoon claimed Seokjin's mouth hungrily, leaving no room for doubt about who was in charge or how badly Namjoon wanted him. "Teasing your Dom in public was a bad move, little lamb."

"If it means you'll keep kissing me like that, I don't regret a thing." Seokjin said.

Growling low in his throat, Namjoon kissed Seokjin relentlessly, sweeping his tongue inside the omega's mouth to taste him. Seokjin gasped and panted but Namjoon refused to give up or to give in. "I'm gonna make this hot little mouth pay for all that backtalk."

"Namjoon, please-"

Namjoon cut Seokjin off. "Not even begging will save you now." Sliding his hands up Seokjin's body, Namjoon pinned the omega's arms above his head and kissed him again, parting Seokjin's lips with his own. Namjoon kissed Seokjin until the omega's hips started bucking against his own, Seokjin's body seeking Namjoon's heat, before he relented. "Now we start the real punishment." Namjoon felt breathless and hot but not nearly as much as Seokjin.

The omega's entire body was brimming with desire, his eyes glazed as they fixed on Namjoon. "Whatever it is, I can take it."

"Then get ready for a spanking." Namjoon said. "I won't be satisfied until I can see the imprint of my hand on your ass." In one expert move, Namjoon whirled Seokjin around so he was facing the wall. His skirt was already riding high up his thighs, the edge of his panties starting to peek through. "Hands flat on the wall. You aren't allowed to move them until I’m done."

"How will I be able to sit at the table when you're done?" Seokjin asked.

Spreading Seokjin's legs open with a tap of his foot against the omega's, Namjoon leaned over and whispered low in Seokjin's ear. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll never sit again." He tugged Seokjin's skirt up over his hips until there was nothing between him and the sweet curves of Seokjin's ass but a tiny scrap of underwear. The taut round flesh begged to be taken and taken hard. Pausing just long enough to gently trace Seokjin's shape, Namjoon lifted his palm and struck it against that soft cheek.

The crack of skin on skin was nothing compared to Seokjin's cry of pain and delight. "Oh god, please make it hurt, sir!"

"I intend to." Namjoon brought his hand down again, striking int eh exact same spot as before. Seokjin's flesh quivered under the touch and Namjoon could see the hot raised impact he'd left on the omega. "Is it making you wet? To feel my hand on you? To know how much you've earned this?"

Seokjin nodded desperately. "Yes, sir. Touch me. See for yourself."

Namjoon slipped a finger under Seokjin's panties to find the slick coating his entrance. Seokjin moaned and tried to drive Namjoon's hand deeper, but the alpha wasn't done yet. "Not yet. Not until I can see it dripping down your thighs." Without waiting for Seokjin's response, Namjoon landed another blow. Seokjin cried out and arched his back, begging for more. His sweet submission made Namjoon hungry. The entire night had been working up to that moment--Seokjin's open defiance, Seokjin's playful torture. "Enough of that. I need to feel you."

"Yes." Seokjin moaned out. "I'll do anything you want, Namjoon."

Namjoon turned Seokjin around to face him and pushed him against the wall once more. Seokjin cried out as his stinging as hit the cold wall, his skirt still hiked to his waist. "You took your punishment like a good omega. Now it's time to take your reward like a bad one." He pressed Seokjin against the wall, hitching the omega's leg around his waist before undoing his pants just enough to pull his dick out.

Seokjin held tight as Namjoon roughly shoved the crotch of his panties aside. "Yes, sir. Fuck me. Hard."

"Famous last words…" Namjoon thrusted into Seokjin so hard he barely had time to cushion the omega's head as it tipped back against the wall. Namjoon lifted Seokjin's body off his length before driving him down again, reaching so deep that Namjoon could feel Seokjin quivering around him. "Just like I said…" Namjoon grunted. "You'll take this like the bad omega you are." Seokjin moaned as Namjoon captured his mouth. The thrust of Namjoon's tongue matched the thrust of his hips as he fucked Seokjin against the wall. Seokjin moaned loudly and tightened around Namjoon as he fought the rising wave of his pleasure. "You like it this way, don't you? Fast and dirty?"

"Yes." Seokjin nodded almost deliriously. "Oh yes."

"You want to cum for me, don't you?" Namjoon asked.

"Please, sir, I need it." Seokjin whimpered.

Just as Namjoon could feel Seokjin's body starting to give over to release, they both heard voices outside the bathroom door. "Namjoon, someone's coming!" Seokjin exclaimed.

Namjoon smirked. "Yes. You are." He didn't hold back for an instant.

Seokjin gasped and writhed, his breath picking up to an excited feverish pitch as he glanced toward the intrusive sound. "What if-" He cut off with a moan before trying again. "What if they hear us?"

"Then we'd better make sure they know who's responsible." Namjoon pushed Seokjin harder up against the wall, trapping the omega between the hard surface and the determined thrusts of his hips. Seokjin gasped and tried to fight back his own pleasure, but he was no match for Namjoon or how much he needed the alpha. "You like it when it's rough." Namjoon growled in Seokjin's ear. "You like it when you can feel the mess dripping own your thighs."

"Oh god, yes please!" Seokjin cried out.

"Then let them hear how much you enjoy it." Namjoon said. "Let them know what a bad omega you are." As Seokjin finally surrendered to Namjoon's voice and every thrust he made, Seokjin cried out so loud that there was no mistaking it. Namjoon continued to thrust frantically until he spilled inside of Seokjin, making sure to keep his knot out of him so they wouldn't be stuck in the bathroom for an extended period of time.

Seokjin's body shuddered as he came down from his high, his arms hooked around Namjoon's neck as he sagged against the alpha. "Feel better now?" Namjoon asked.

Seokjin gave him a dazed smile. "You know I do."

Namjoon pressed a gentle kiss to Seokjin's forehead and stepped back, allowing the omega a moment to gain his bearings on shaky unsteady legs. "You look like an omega who was just ravished in a club bathroom."

Seokjin laughed as he started to adjust his clothing. He shimmied in a way that was meant to tease and entice in equal proportions. "You don't look too composed yourself."

"I can handle myself." Namjoon tucked himself back into his pants, but Seokjin was right. He didn't feel the least bit composed.

Especially when Seokjin turned to him with a grin. "I'm really starting to enjoy this whole learning to be a Domme thing. If this is how you plan to punish me every time I step out of line, I can't wait for my next lesson." From Seokjin's light playful tone, Namjoon could tell that he was teasing but he wasn't sure how to respond. While Seokjin was squirming against him, Namjoon was definitely the one in control. Now, however, Namjoon wasn't so sure. Punishment was supposed to be fun for but of them but what Namjoon was feeling right then didn't feel very fun. "Well?" Seokjin asked. "Aren't you gonna say anything?"

The wave of unease passed as Seokjin smiled, not quite gone but not as important. "Do I need to?" Namjoon pulled Seokjin in for one last kiss. It was possessive and hungry, and Seokjin had no choice but to sigh into Namjoon and let the alpha claim him.

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As the night wore on, they all eventually reunited at a table to catch their breath. "I wouldn't mind a chance to rest for a bit." Katie said, glancing shyly at Yoongi. "As long as I get to sit next to Yoongi."

Everyone reached for the latest round of drinks just as Seokjin's phone buzzed. "Who's calling me this late night?" He asked as he pulled his phone out to answer the call. He held the phone to his ear, trying to make out the voice on the other end over the noise of the club. "Yes, that's me…" His eyes widened and a smile broke out across his face. "Are you serious? That's fantastic!" As he ended the call, he turned to the whole group with a radiant expression that took Namjoon's breath away. "Order another round on me. We have two things to celebrate now. Taehyung's school transfer and my new job at Nerve!"

***

Seokjin woke up on Monday morning feeling excited, eager, and unsure about what to expect from the week ahead. As he rolled out of bed, he grabbed his phone from its charger and noticed he had a few texts from Hoseok.

Remind me never to mix vodka and
tacos again 😵

You excited about your big day??

Seokjin hesitated before responding. He was excited but he was also unsure why Yujun ended up giving him the job. It could either be the best thing that ever happened to him or the worst.

Im excited for the job

But then theres Yujun

He must be up to something.

I'm not sure why but I don't trust him

That's fair. After what Sihyuk did…

No one can blame you for feeling
skittish

But they wouldn't have given you the job
unless you earned it

Now put on your tallest 👠 and kick
some 🍑 today

Thanks Hoseok 💋

Seokjin set his phone down and took a deep breath. Whatever else happened that day, Hoseok was right. Seokjin deserved that job. He moved to his closet, imagining the perfect look to blow all of his new coworkers away. He settled on a black tweed pantsuit, the jacket cropped, and a red shirt. As he looked in the mirror, he felt sexy but professional, and knew he would inspire respect the moment he walked in the door.

***

Seokjin was 10 minutes early for work, yet Yujun was already waiting for him when he stepped inside. "Good morning, Seokjin. You look like an omega on a mission."

"Is that a good thing?" Seokjin asked.

"Absolutely." Yujun nodded. "Having purpose matters in a job like this."

Seokjin tried not to let the comment fluster him, but he was surprised to find Yujun being so nice. He smiled diplomatically. The Yujun in front of him didn't seem remotely like the one who had interviewed him. "I'm eager to get started."

"That's good because I have a busy day planned for you." Yujun said. "We'll start with the grand tour." It seemed odd that the senior editor would be giving Seokjin a tour, but he kept pace with the other omega as he clipped through the offices. "This is the bullpen where most of our staff writers work. Conference rooms are down that hall."

"Hey, Yujun, who's the fresh meat?" An alpha called out.

"Kim Seokjin's are newest political writer." Yujun introduced them. "Seokjin, this is Baek Juwon. He's on the business beat."

Seokjin smiled politely as he bowed slightly in greeting. "Nice to meet another writer."

"Likewise." Juwon returned the slight bow.

"Want my advice, Juwon?" Yujun asked. "Watch out for Seokjin. He's gonna make waves here."

Juwon raised his eyebrows with intrigue. "Then I look forward to reading your work."

Seokjin wasn't sure why Yujun was being so nice all of a sudden, but he wouldn't let the praise go to waste. "I'll be sure to send some your way. I always appreciate feedback from people on the inside."

"Then it's a deal." Juwon said.

Yujun gestured for them to continue the tour. He led Seokjin through a large office brimming with computers and up to a door with Seokjin's name on it. "And here we have your personal office. Go ahead and take a look around."

Seokjin stepped inside his office and his jaw dropped. "It's amazing but I thought I'd be out in the bullpen with the other writers." He said in confusion.

"I assumed you'd prefer the privacy." Yujun said. "But that can be arranged if-"

"No!" Seokjin blurted out, shaking his head. "It's just…" He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you being so nice to me? To be honest, I wasn't sure I'd even get the job let alone this red-carpet welcome. What changed your mind?"

Yujun seemed taken aback. "Who says I changed my mind? I wanted to know how you'd handle a difficult person. Not everyone's all sunshine and roses, especially politicians." His answer had a ring of truth to it, but Seokjin wasn't sure he was completely buying it. "You passed with flying colors. You're a team player, bright, confident. Exactly the kind of omega I'd like to personally mentor."

Seokjin's eyes widened in surprise at the open and honest offer. "That sounds like an amazing opportunity. I'd love a chance to learn from you."

"I've heard you're a fast learner." Yujun said. "Very eager. Very…obedient." He turned to leave. "I'll let you get settled in." He paused at the door. "One last thing--it's an alpha's world out there, Seokjin. We have to stick together or get fucked." Seokjin was unsure how to respond but it didn't matter as Yujun was gone.

Seokjin spent the morning getting oriented, completing a new hire checklist, and having Harin from IT finish setting up his computer. "Okay, you should be good to go." Harin said. "I'm just around the corner if you have any issues."

"Thanks for your help." Seokjin said. "It's nice to know there's a friendly face so close by."

Harin smiled. "No problem at all! I'm happy to help however I can."

Seokjin bit his lip. "In that case, can you tell me about Yujun? He seems to keep a tight rein on this place."

"He's a firebrand." Harin said. "Nothing comes before his career. And he only hires people he knows will work as hard as he does." Harin's words left Seokjin with a warm glow. Maybe working with Yujun would prove everything he wanted out of his big career move.

There was a knock on the open door and an alpha poked her head in. "Sorry to interrupt. Seokjin, right? Yujun wants to see you in his office."

"Seokjin, this is Sua." Harin introduced them. "She's a server tech. We can walk you over to Yujun's on our way out for lunch."

"That would be great, thanks." Seokjin said gratefully.

Harin led the way into Yujun's spacious office. "Hey, Yujun. Seokjin's all yours. I think he's gonna be a great fit."

Yujun smiled. "That's why I hired him." He sat himself on the edge of his desk as Harin and Sua left. "You've been a busy be this morning, I hear."

Seokjin nodded. "Everyone's been really helpful about getting me settled in. Harin got all my passwords sorted. She seems really nice."

"She is." Yujun agreed. "Do you know the alpha she was with?"

"Sua?" Seokjin shook his head. "Not really. Harin said she's a server tech."

"She works on the infrastructure for the whole building." Yujun said. "And they're totally hooking up even though they pretend they're just friends."

Seokjin's eyes widened and it took him a moment to respond due to the shock. "Oh, uh, should you be telling me this? Isn't that kind of private?"

Yujun snorted quietly. "Nothing stays private for long in a place like this. The walls have ears and so do I." He leaned back, resting his hands on the desk behind him, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "I once overheard them hooking up in the third-floor bathroom." Seokjin blinked at how easily the gossip rolled off his tongue, but Yujun didn't seem to notice Seokjin's discomfort or care. "As much fun as they have in IT, the real intrigue is between the rival advice columnists we have on staff. I'll have to tell you all about it another time. For now, let's go to lunch. My treat."

"Really?" Seokjin asked in surprise.

"Absolutely." Yujun nodded. "There's so much I want to hear about you and so much more I have to tell."

Seokjin couldn't pass up on the chance to get on Yujun's good side. "That sounds great, thanks."

Yujun smiled as he stood up. "I know just the place. Anyone who's anyone in Seoul can be seen there so that's exactly where we should be."

Together, they hopped into a cab and headed a few blocks away to a trendy restaurant in Downtown Seoul. "This place looks amazing." Seokjin said as they stepped inside. "And smells even better."

"I suggest the Gruyere walnut gyeranjjim." Yujun said. "I know it sounds a bit odd, but I literally dream about it." Seokjin took Yujun's advice when the waiter came by with glasses of infused water. Yujun raised his in a friendly toast. "To the first of many such lunches and to many such conversations." Seokjin clinked his glass against Yujun's and took a sip. "If you have leftovers, don't trust the office fridge. One of the finance beat alphas is a notorious lunch thief." He let out a trilling laugh. "He's also been known to steal job promotions so tread carefully."

"Who else should I be careful about?" Seokjin asked.

Yujun shrugged. "Until you get your bearings, everyone. You work in politics so you know how cutthroat people can be."

Seokjin frowned. "But this is journalism, not politics."

"Exactly." Yujun said. "Journalism is worse. We have to constantly chase headlines to stay on top."

Seokjin was relieved when the waiter came by with their food. The Gruyere walnut gyeranjjim was as delicious as Yujun had promised. "Wow, this is good."

"I know, right?" Yujun smiled. "If you ever need to get the big boss to agree to something, bring him one of these. He's a lot easier to handle if he's fed."

"You mean our editor in chief?" Seokjin asked.

Yujun nodded. "If you think I'm tough, wait until you meet Seojoon. He can sense weakness like a lion trapping a gazelle."

Seokjin's yes widened. "He sounds scary."

"He is." Yujun said. "I once saw him corner a tech millionaire until she agreed to donate for his pup's baseball team's summer camp. He kept refilling her glass until she had to give in or risk pissing herself."

"All that for his pup's baseball team?" Seokjin asked in surprise. "That's…sweet in an intimidating way."

"That boy's his one weakness." Yujun shook his head. "I don't know why."

Seokjin tilted his head slightly. "You don't want pups?"

Yujun barked out a laugh. "Good god no. I've never met anyone I'd be willing to undertake a task like that with." He paused and narrowed his eyes at Seokjin, a flash of something hard in his gaze. "Actually there was one ex I thought I could settle down with, but things didn't work out. You're lucky to have someone."

That had Seokjin feeling unsettled. "How do you know I'm seeing someone?"

"You're young, you're gorgeous, and you have that smug satisfied glow about you." Yujun said. "Am I wrong?"

Seokjin cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable. "My personal life is private. I am seeing an alpha, but he and I prefer to keep the details to ourselves."

Yujun raised his eyebrows. "He sounds mysterious. Just the kind of puzzle a reporter would be begging to solve." Seokjin could tell that the gossiper inside Yujun was eager to hear more. "I'd love to meet this alpha of yours someday. But be careful. I might try to steal him away from you."

"Should I put my name on him like a sandwich in the office fridge?" Seokjin tried to play it off with humor.

An amused smile appeared on Yujun's face. "If your boyfriend's anything like my ex, he wouldn't like that. Some alphas aren't meant to be pinned down."

"Is that why you split up?" Seokjin asked.

"Something like that." Yujun said. "My ex preferred to be the one doing the pinning, if you know what I mean." Seokjin suppressed a smile, thinking of Namjoon. He knew exactly what Yujun meant. "Physically, my ex was everything I'd ever wanted out of a partner. Emotionally, not so much."

"I had the same problem with my ex-husband." Seokjin said. "No matter how hard I tried, we weren't emotionally compatible."

Yujun's eyes widened. "You were married?" He cocked his head. "Actually that explains a lot. You seem like you've been through a lot for your age. Divorce will do that. All that dragging through the courts. Having to deal with some suit of an attorney."

"I'm sorry your ex was such a dick." Seokjin said. "Everyone deserves a partner who supports them. I'm sure you'll find the right person someday."

Yujun studied Seokjin for a moment, something unreadable glinting in his eyes. "You really mean that, don't you?"

Seokjin nodded. "Of course. If there's one thing I believe in, it's that we all deserve a Happily Ever After."

Before Yujun could respond, the waiter came by to clear their empty plates. "This was so much fun." Yujun smiled. "We'll definitely have to do it again."

"I'd love that." Seokjin agreed.

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Seokjin's afternoon passed in a whirl of administrative tasks. The sound of a quick knock on his office door had him glancing up from his computer. "Are you ready for the pitch meeting?" Juwon asked. "We can walk over together."

"That's really nice of you." Seokjin smiled as he stood up. "I'm still finding my way around."

Juwon led Seokjin to the conference room where the omega nodded at Yujun in acknowledgement as he found an open seat. As soon as the editor in chief walked in, a hush fell over the room. "Good." Seojoon said curtly. "I see everyone made it on time. Let's hear what you've got." Hands shot up all around Seokjin. "Hajoon. Go."

The omega in question cleared his throat. "Our last big Homes and Lifestyles feature was a flop. People are all about outdoor living spaces now. I want to set up a glamping situation in my backyard. Live for a week in my own urban jungle."

Seojoon pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I want you liveblogging the whole thing with video updates. And I want to see advertiser tie ins. Who's next?" His gaze zeroed in on Seokjin, his eyes narrowing. "You. New guy. Why isn't your hand up?"

Seokjin's eyes widened a bit, but he quickly recovered and answered. "I wanted to save the best for last."

"The best, huh?" Seojoon raised his eyebrows. "That's a bold statement coming from someone who's only been here seven hours."

Seokjin refused to let the other omega's chilly glare get to him. As intimidating as Seojoon was, he had nothing on Namjoon. "What can I say? I'm an omega who knows his worth."

Seojoon crossed his arms over his chest. "So impress me."

Seokjin thought back on the information Yujun had shared with him over lunch. "I want to write about working moms. Did you know that in Seoul, we have over two dozen elected officials with pups under the age of five?"

Seojoon tilted his head and watched Seokjin with sudden interest. "I did know that actually."

"I'd like to do a piece contrasting working political fathers and mothers." Seokjin continued. "I bet the omegas are taking on a much bigger piece of the pupcare burden than the alphas are."

Seojoon tapped a thoughtful finger on his chin. Seokjin could feel Yujun's gaze on him. Finally, Seojoon smiled. "I love it. It's the perfect combination of political acumen and human interest. Good work."

Seokjin smiled. "I'll have a draft on your desk ASAP."

Instead of responding to Seokjin, Seojoon turned to Yujun. "Good job hiring this one, Yujun. He's the fresh voice this magazine needs." Seokjin felt warm all over at having successfully pitched an idea. Several impressed voices broke out around him.

"What to go, new guy." Juwon said.

"Seriously." Hajoon nodded. "At my first pitch meeting, I threw up into my bag."

Yujun grinned. "I had a feeling about Seokjin from the start."

Seokjin listened to the rest of the pitches in a kind of dazed happiness, enjoying the breakneck pace. It was the perfect combination of excitement and intelligence. He knew he could find his footing there.

As the meeting broke up, Seokjin tried to wave Yujun over, but he was deep in conversation with the editor in chief and didn't notice him. "Don't take it personally." Hajoon said. "Yujun and Seojoon go way back."

Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "I wonder why Yujun never mentioned their relationship."

Hajoon shook his head slightly. "Take notes. Career driven omegas like us have to stick together if we want to get ahead."

"I like the sound of that." Seokjin said.

He headed back to his desk to start working on his story only to find he had a guest waiting. "Damn, Seokjin." Namjoon smirked. "If I'd known you planned to dress like that for work today, I'd have gotten here much sooner."

"What are you doing here?" Seokjin asked in surprise.

Namjoon leaned against Seokjin's desk, a slow smile crossing his face. "Is that any way to greet your dom? Especially when he brought you a present for your big day?"

A pleasant wash of sensation flooded through Seokjin as he finally spotted the small box in Namjoon's hand. Feeling powerful after his successful pitch meeting, Seokjin decided to stretch some of his new Domme muscles. "Why don't you come over here and show me what you brought me?"

"That's not how this works, Seokjin." Namjoon scolded him. "If you want what I have, you need to beg for it."

Seokjin toyed with the collar of his shirt, his fingers nudging open his neckline for the alpha to see. "I think you should be the one begging for me."

Namjoon smirked and started to tuck the box into his pocket. "Suit yourself. I'll save this for a sub who deserves it."

"No, wait-"

Namjoon chuckled as he handed Seokjin the box. Before he let go, he leaned close and pressed a kiss to Seokjin's cheek. "Congratulations, Seokjin. I'm so proud of you."

Seokjin tugged on the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box, finding what looked to be a pen inside. However, when Namjoon picked it up and clicked a button on the end, it began to vibrate discreetly. "Is that what I think it is?" Seokjin asked in disbelief.

"A political writer needs the right equipment to get him through the long days." Namjoon said. "And even longer nights." He touched the tip of the vibrator to the base of Seokjin's throat. The sensation was gentle like a kitten purring against his skin. Namjoon began gliding it over Seokjin's body and the vibrations started working through the omega, exciting his nerves. "This doesn't leave the office." Namjoon instructed. "Every time you walk through those doors, I want to know it's waiting for you." He clicked the vibrator off and slipped it into Seokjin's hand, already warm to the touch. "It pleases me to think I can call you up whenever I want and order you to use it." His smile took on a dangerous edge as he swept his gaze over Seokjin, lingering on his pelvis. "Take a seat and I'll show you exactly what I mean."

Seokjin couldn't resist the authority in Namjoon's voice or the enticing tip of the vibrator in his hand. "Yes, sir. I wouldn't want to leave without taking my present for a test drive. What if I don't like it?"

"I of all people know exactly what you like." Namjoon said. "But if you need convincing…" He moved over to the door and twisted the lock, trapping them both inside and everyone else out.

"I've learned never to buy without taking the product out for a joy ride." Seokjin said.

Namjoon slowly rolled up his sleeves before lowering himself into a chair. From where he was sitting, he had a clear view of Seokjin's desk. "Now I want you to sit at your desk like a good omega on his first day." Seokjin's legs quaked as he followed Namjoon's command. He slipped behind his desk and positioned himself in his office chair, an expression of perfect innocence on his face. "Malicious compliance, huh? You think just because you're hidden, I can't see you?"

"Can you?" Seokjin asked.

"I know every inch of that luscious body better than I know my own." Namjoon said. "You should know by now that I can inflict exquisite torture on you no matter where you try to hide. The best thing about a toy like this one is how discreet it is."

"That's not the part I'm looking forward to." Seokjin said.

"You could carry it around in your purse." Namjoon continued. "Tuck it inside your pocket. Or even keep it sitting in your pen holder where everyone can see it."

Seokjin's eyes widened at the thought. "I can't do that."

"You can and you will." Namjoon commanded. "I've seen how you nibble on your pen when you're deep in thought. If you want to put something in your mouth, it'd better be that." He looked pointedly at the toy in Seokjin's hand.

"Wait you want me to do that now?" Seokjin asked in surprise.

Namjoon tilted his head. "That toy is gonna touch every part of you. Might as well start with that pretty mouth." Seokjin touched the tip of the vibrator to his lips, enjoying the way Namjoon's breath hitched at the sight. "That's right. Get it nice and wet for me."

Seokjin took the vibrator in his mouth and lapped coyly at the tip, never breaking eye contact with Namjoon. "You want me to taste it like this?"

"No." Namjoon shook his head. "Deeper."

Seokjin parted his lips and glided the toy along his tongue, taking it all the way in. He sucked as he drew it out again. "Are you satisfied now sir?"

"I won't be satisfied until you're spread out in that chair and screaming for me, but this is a good start." Namjoon said. "When you get tired of nibbling on your pen, you could always tuck it away for a boring meeting."

"Tuck it where?" Seokjin asked.

"In your shirt." Namjoon said. "No one will know what you're carrying close to your heart…or what it's doing to your nipples." He gestured for Seokjin to turn the vibrator on. The low hum was nearly silent. "No one will think anything of it until you start gasping and squirming for more." Seokjin tugged at the neckline of his shirt, nudging the vibrator under the fabric. His nipple hardened in anticipation. "It's small but mighty. Think of how many hours some of those meetings are. Think of how long your body will beg for it." Seokjin moved to pull the vibrator out of his shirt, but Namjoon tutted. "I don’t think so. Hands where I can see them." Biting back a moan, Seokjin pressed his palms to the desktop as the toy kept vibrating against his nipple. "That's my good omega. It's starting to be too much, isn't it? All that sensation?"

"Yes." Seokjin nodded desperately. "I feel hot and cold all over."

"My god, you're exquisite when you're desperate." Namjoon groaned. Seokjin's entire body throbbed in time to the vibrations. He longed to feel release from the pressure building between his thighs. As he'd hoped, his quickened breathing and low moans brought Namjoon to his feet. "I want you to never forget who gave you that toy." He whispered. No part of him touched Seokjin but it didn't matter. Between the heat of Namjoon's body and the toy, Seokjin's imagination filled the gaps. "Maybe I won't be content with it in your shirt. Maybe I'll demand that you sit on it." Seokjin moaned at the thought. "Would you like to slide the toy between your legs?"

Seokjin nodded. "You know I would."

"Then tuck it in your panties." Namjoon instructed. With another moan, Seokjin obeyed, hurriedly unbuttoning his pants. The moment he slipped the toy inside his panties, the faux pen pressed against his member, all other sensations faded until he could only feel that delicious hum. "This is where the real fun begins. Grab a pen. It's time to take notes."

"Wait what?" Seokjin asked in a slight daze.

Namjoon's chuckle sent a shiver of delight up and down Seokjin's spine. "You need to get used to conducting interviews even when you're distracted. Go ahead. Ask me anything. As long as you can keep your composure at least. As soon as you cum, this door is closed for good."

"I can ask you anything I want?" Seokjin asked and Namjoon nodded. "How do I compare to your other subs?"

Namjoon gave Seokjin a wolfish grin, his eyes sweeping over the omega's form. "Truthfully? You don't." Seokjin's jaw dropped at the confession even as the hum of the vibrator sent an electric shiver down his spine. "I've had subs with gorgeous bodies…" He reached out and grazed a thumb along Seokjin's temple and jaw, setting all his nerves on fire with desire. "But none of them match this gorgeous mind." Seokjin swallowed a moan as the relief he felt and the thrum between his legs started to be too much. Namjoon smirked down at Seokjin, clearly pleased at the omega's level of control. "Poor Seokjin. You need it, don't you? To come for me?"

Seokjin shook his head defiantly. "I have more questions." Namjoon looked genuinely surprised for a moment. Then his mouth curved in another wicked smile. He knew before Seokjin did that the omega wasn't going to last more than a few seconds once he'd had his way with him. "Fine, please, Namjoon, make me cum." Seokjin begged. The pen rocked against his member still at the same pace, but the pressure built as Seokjin fought back his orgasm.

"Not a chance." Namjoon said. "This is a professional office. If you want to cum, you need to do it discreetly. You'll have to ride that vibrator the good old-fashioned way." Seokjin let out a whine. "You heard me. Would it help if I talked you through it?"

Seokjin quickly nodded. "Make me cum so hard." He pleaded. "Please, sir. My body's beyond ready for you."

"I thought you'd never ask." Namjoon grinned. Seokjin rocked his hips against the vibrator, picking up speed as Namjoon whispered in his ear, "That's right. Glide that incredibly body against the toy. Feel how it slips and slides against you. Those thighs open only for me. When I want you hot and wet, you have no choice but to spread them. I own you at home and now I own you at the office. You're mine, Seokjin, whenever I want you." Seokjin bit his lip as his orgasm approached. The walls in his office were thick but Namjoon knew how to make him scream. "You'd better cum fast, Seokjin, or the whole office is gonna know what you're doing in here." Seokjin circled his hips faster, his body absorbing each buzzing wave as he crested higher and higher. "Everyone will know what a dirty little omega you are."

"Namjoon, please." Seokjin whimpered.

"I'm not even touching you." Namjoon said. "It's not my fault if you scream the walls down."

As the throbbing heat between Seokjin's thighs pounded toward a crescendo, he nearly began to cry. "Namjoon, I can't-" Anticipating the omega's needs as always, Namjoon clasped his hand over Seokjin's mouth just as his orgasm crashed over him. Seokjin arched his back as pleasure shot through him, stars erupting in his vision.

Namjoon laughed softly as Seokjin gradually began to come down from his high. "I love watching you lose yourself in the moment." He pulled his hand away and Seokjin could see the faint imprint of his teeth across the alpha's palm. Namjoon pulled the vibrator out of Seokjin's panties and turned it off.

As Seokjin shakily got to his feet and adjusted his clothes, Namjoon wiped down the vibrator and placed it in the omega's pen holder. "I'm not gonna get any work done with that thing staring at me all day." Seokjin said.

"Good." Namjoon said. "Just don't touch it until I give you permission. That toy belongs to me just like you."

Seokjin took a deep breath. "I need to grab a few things before I'm ready to head out. If you wait here, you're only gonna distract me."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Is that a hint to get rid of me?"

"Yes." Seokjin placed his hands lightly on Namjoon's chest and pushed him toward the closed office door. As soon as Namjoon left, Seokjin set about getting ready to leave for the day.

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As Seokjin approached Yujun's door to speak to him before leaving for the day, he heard the sound of voices. He turned to leave, deciding to just see him tomorrow, but then one of the voices laughed outright, the familiar sound freezing him in place. "I told you he was more than capable of filling the role." Namjoon said. "You should know by now that I'm never wrong."

"Okay, fine." Yujun replied. "I don't regret giving him the job. Yet."

"The only thing you'll regret is not listening to me in the first place." Namjoon said. "You should know better."

"Why? Because I used to be your sub?" A pang went through Seokjin's chest at the question.

"No, although I thought I taught you not to disobey me." The hallway started to spin. It felt like Seokjin was walking in on Minjoon and Jimin all over again.

***

Namjoon walked Seokjin into his penthouse, feeling uneasy. Seokjin had barely said a word since leaving the Nerve offices. Everything had been perfectly fine when Namjoon showed up to surprise him, but Seokjin didn't even say hello to Jungkook during the drive home. Just when Namjoon was wondering how long the silence would continue, Seokjin tossed his bag aside and turned to the alpha with a furious look. "How could you?"

"Excuse me?" Namjoon asked in genuine confusion.

"I heard you and Yujun talking." Seokjin said. "I can't believe you went behind my back and got this job handed to me like a favor! A job with your former sub! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

"Okay, slow down and take a deep breath." Namjoon said.

At the alpha's commanding words, Seokjin took a deep breath, his chest heaving. But the look in his eyes was just as angry as ever. "Breath taken. Are you happy now? Because I'm not."

Seokjin might not have been in the mood to hear Namjoon out, but Namjoon kept his voice cool and tried again. "Yes, I admit it. I pulled some strings to get you the job. But people do that all the time."

"Not with their former subs!" Seokjin argued. "Yujun is my boss, Namjoon! How am I supposed to focus at work knowing that you used to do the same things to him that you do with me?"

Namjoon quickly shook his head. "My relationship with Yujun was nothing like ours. He meant nothing compared to-"

Seokjin cut him off. "Did you tie him up? Did you make him scream your name?"

"Of course." Namjoon said. "We were in a Dom/sub partnership. But you know I've had subs before you. You know how the community works."

Instead of comforting Seokjin, Namjoon's words only seemed to feed the flames. "You really don't get it, do you?" He turned his back to Namjoon, heading for the bedroom. "Get out."

Namjoon's throat tightened with the need to explain himself, but he could tell when a line had been drawn. "If that's what you truly want then okay." Seokjin didn't even look at him as he left.

When Namjoon climbed into the car, Jungkook glanced back and winced at Namjoon's expression. "Uh oh. Should I ask?"

"Not if you value your life." Namjoon said. "I'm not in the mood to unpack the state of my relationship."

Jungkook quirked an amused eyebrow at Namjoon in the rearview mirror. "Are you ever?"

"Just drive." Namjoon grumbled. Jungkook did and the streets passed by in a blur.

Namjoon had clearly overstepped his bounds with Seokjin. He just needed a way to make it up to the omega. If there was ever a time for lavish apology gifts, it was then. But what would make the best apology? A diamond necklace? Namjoon pulled out his phone and placed the order without batting an eye. After all, an omega like Seokjin deserved the very best. And the diamond necklace would look incredible on Seokjin, especially if it was all he was wearing. And he would throw in a bouquet and a box of Seokjin's favorite candy to sweeten things.

***

As soon as Namjoon received the notification that his purchases had been delivered, he knocked on Seokjin's door. Instead of greeting Namjoon with a smile when he opened the door, Seokjin shoved the jewelry box against Namjoon's chest. "Seriously?" He asked incredulously. "You thought a string of diamonds would fix this?"

"Seokjin, I just wanted to make it up to-"

"Goodbye, Namjoon." Seokjin slammed the door in Namjoon's face. Namjoon stared at it for a full 30 seconds before shaking himself off. On his way out of the building, Namjoon pulled out his phone, realizing he needed more help than he'd originally thought.

***

Yoongi looked much too cheerful for Namjoon's current frame of mind as they sat at the bar with a couple glasses of whiskey. "I don't know how to get through to Seokjin." Namjoon ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "He's rebuffed all of my gifts so far."

"Of course he did, you idiot." Yoongi snorted. "Flowers and jewelry would cut it if you were just some random alpha he's seeing. But you're not just anyone, Namjoon. You're a trillionaire. You have to show him exactly what he's worth to you. Open that wallet of yours and I promise he'll greet you with open arms."

Namjoon sighed. ""I hope you know what you're talking about." He grabbed his phone and pulled up the number for the nearest luxury sports car dealer. "I can't afford to fuck this up again."

"The point is that you can afford anything, remember?" Yoongi pointed out.

***

Namjoon looked up as someone knocked on his office door. "The omega refused to sign for the car you sent over." The alpha in the doorway said. "Did you want us to try and deliver it somewhere else?"

"He wouldn’t even test drive it?" Namjoon asked in shock.

The alpha shook his head. "He sent it back and asked us to relay a message. 'Not good enough'."

***

By the time a week had passed with Seokjin refusing to even speak to him, Namjoon was thrumming with frustration. He could barely even focus on his work as his thoughts were plagued with how to resolve the issue at hand. The sound of a throat clearing had Namjoon looking up to see Jian entering the room. "Sorry, your receptionist let me in."

With everything going on, Namjoon had completely forgotten they were supposed to meet that day. "Of course, please take a seat"

Jian settled uneasily in the chair across from Namjoon, her gaze unable to fix on anything in particular. "I did everything you asked. It took me days to get all my passwords changed but it's done."

Namjoon remembered Seokjin's advice about her. About being gentler than his normal strategy. "This will get easier with time." Namjoon assured her. "I promise. No matter how broken my clients feel when they come in, they walk out with their heads held high."

"Do you mean that?" Jian asked.

"It's a promise." Namjoon reiterated. "Now that the basic paperwork is out of the way, I'd like to know more about your relationship. Why don't you tell me how you two met?"

Jian blinked. "How is that relevant to the divorce?"

"Details like this help uncover deeper truths about your relationship." Namjoon said. "When you're living through the day-to-day details of a marriage, it's easy to lose track of the big picture."

"You mean I can't see the forest for the trees?" Jian asked.

Namjoon nodded. "My job is to make sure the forest is fairly divided between the two of you."

Jian heaved a sigh and gave in. "When I first met Hayoon, I honestly thought she was an asshole of the highest degree. We used to catch the subway at the same stop every morning. One day, I set my coffee down to adjust my scarf. She assumed I needed money, so she dropped a handful of change into my latte. I'd spent months working up the courage to talk to her and when she finally noticed me, it was out of pity. I was furious."

"But you still gave her a chance?" Namjoon asked but his mind drifted away from work to the one thing he was trying to avoid--his situation with Seokjin. "What did she do to make it up to you? Replace the late? Take you out to dinner?"

"Nothing that complicated." Jian said. "She just apologized."

Namjoon blinked. "That's all? That sounds so simple."

Jian's soft sudden laugh startled Namjoon. "A real apology is never easy. It takes a lot of courage to humble yourself and mean it. But Hayoon did. Missed her stop while she was at it. That gesture blew me away. I knew then that she was the only alpha for me…" Jian's face fell. "Or so I thought."

"Thank you for being honest with me." Namjoon said sincerely. "I appreciate your insight more than you can possibly know."

"Owe someone an apology of your own, do you?" Jian guessed.

Namjoon sighed. "It's starting to look that way. And I should have given him one days ago."

Jian leaned over the table. "Then if I can make a suggestion, when it comes to apologies, it's better to avoid big flashy gestures and speak from the heart. Take him somewhere meaningful. Pack a nice picnic. And not one you hired some fancy chef to make for you. Anyone seeing an alpha like you probably knows you can pull out all the stops. So let him see that you can be authentic too."

"I'll consider that, Jian-ssi." Namjoon smiled. "Maybe I should be paying you for this appointment." He steered the conversation back towards Jian's divorce, but his mind was only halfway on the asset list she handed him. If Jian could forgive a stranger with nothing more than a heartfelt apology, then Namjoon was sure he could win Seokjin back by doing the same. He got through the rest of the meeting with Jian as quickly as possible, his mind whirling with ideas to show Seokjin how sorry he was.

The second Namjoon finished his work for the day, he headed over to Seokjin's penthouse. It felt strange to show up without a peace offering but Namjoon was determined to do things right. Seokjin was scowling when he opened the door. "For the last time, Namjoon, I'm not interested in your gifts. What will it take for you to understand that?"

Namjoon managed not to wince, but Seokjin's words still cut deep. "I didn't bring you anything this time. I promise." He paused for a beat. "Actually that's not true. There's a picnic basket and a blanket in my car."

Seokjin's expression softened a bit, making way for confusion. "A picnic basket?"

"I packed it myself." Namjoon said. "I was hoping you'd have dinner with me somewhere…simple."

Seokjin eyed Namjoon warily. "Somewhere simple? There isn't a helicopter waiting to carry me off to Madrid?"

Namjoon shook his head. "I don't have anything to offer but myself. If you still don't want to see me after our meal, I'll leave you be. But this is important."

Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but Namjoon swore Seokjin's lips curved in a slight smile. Namjoon couldn't resist the urge to grab Seokjin's hand and intertwine their fingers. That small touch felt so good that Namjoon almost shuddered. "Fine." Seokjin said. "As long as you tell me where we're going."

"A park." Namjoon said vaguely. "You'll see why when we get there."

"You've certainly got me curious." Namjoon's heart already started to feel 10 times lighter as he escorted Seokjin down to his car to whisk him away to their destination.

Namjoon brought Seokjin to a park in the middle of the city to a private spot tucked away among the trees where Namjoon quickly set up pillows, the picnic basket, and a small tent strewn with cushions. "How did you find this place?" Seokjin asked as he looked around in awe.

"I stumbled across it weeks ago when I was searching for places to use in our sub lessons." Namjoon said. "It wasn't the best fit for that, but I couldn't get it out of my head. Instead of thinking of our lessons, I kept thinking of watching the sun set over the river with you."

Seokjin glanced at the beautiful spot Namjoon had set up then turned back to the alpha. "And did you picture taking me here for a picnic too?"

Namjoon shook his head. "Not at the time. And don't get too excited about the picnic. I made everything myself so some of the food is…different."

"What do you mean you made it all yourself?" Seokjin looked curious as he settled onto a cushion and watched Namjoon unpack the basket. "Is that spaghetti aglio e olio?"

"With truffle oil." Namjoon said. "It's one of the only things I can make that's still edible. Hopefully I didn't go too heavy on the truffle oil."

Seokjin raised his eyebrows as Namjoon continued unpacking the basket. "And a cheese plate?"

"I'll admit, it doesn't exactly qualify as cooking." Namjoon said. "But I picked each of the cheeses myself."

Seokjin let out a laugh so light that Namjoon felt a surge of hope. "Namjoon, this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me." His smile faltered, pain flashing in his eyes. "But it doesn't change the fact that you really hurt me."

"I know." Namjoon said softly. "That's why I want to apologize. I'm sorry for pulling strings behind your back. I didn't tell you at the time, but I was scrambling to get you that interview while we were on vacation in the Maldives."

"Is that why you kept taking those phone calls?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon nodded. "I wanted to make that trip perfect for you and have a surprise waiting when you got home."

Seokjin picked up a cracker from the cheese board and began nibbling around the edges. "I still want to know how much of a role you had in getting me my job. Did I earn any of it on my own?"

"Of course!" Namjoon exclaimed. "The only reason I called Yujun and suggested you for the position was that it seemed like a good fit."

"I really like that job." Seokjin said quietly, looking at his lap.

"I know you do." Namjoon said. "That's why I wanted so badly to give it to you." He took Seokjin's hands in his, desperate to feel him. When Seokjin didn't shake him off, Namjoon squeezed them tightly. "I know how much working means to you. And how much you hated that Minjoon never saw you as anything more than a trophy husband. When he got you fired from the Bang campaign, it threw me off balance. I don’t want to damage your career or allow those concerns to get in the way of the things we share together."

"Don't worry, Namjoon." Seokjin said. "I know who to blame for getting fired and it's not you."

Relief surged through Namjoon at Seokjin's words, but the alpha knew he was only halfway through the real apology. "I'm glad to hear it. But I also need you to know that Yujun doesn't mean a thing to me."

Seokjin's throat bobbed slightly. "Nothing at all?"

Namjoon shook his head. "Yujun is a thing of the past. We had our fun but there was never any feelings there. And even now, there's no desire to have any experiences with him."

"But he's so accomplished and beautiful." Seokjin said.

"And yet he simply doesn't compare when it come to you." Namjoon cupped the side of Seokjin's face and traced the familiar curve of his mouth with his thumb. "You have to believe me, Seokjin. When I was with him, it truly was just sex and release. I never felt even 1% of the things I feel for you.

Seokjin's breath hitched. Namjoon desperately wanted to press his lips to the omega's but Seokjin shifted on his cushion, still looking uncertain. "I understand what you're saying but this still hurt. I like working because it makes me feel independent. I can't have my own career--really have one--if you're going to swoop in and save me every time things get a little rough."

"All I wanted was to take care of you." Namjoon said.

"And all I want is a chance to prove myself." Seokjin squared his shoulders to face Namjoon. The alpha tensed at his fierce determination but kept his posture relaxed, refusing to let it show. "Which is why I'm gonna keep that job and show Yujun that he was right to hire me." Namjoon's eyes widened a bit in surprise. "You might have gotten me in the door, but I plan to be the one who keeps it open."

Namjoon smiled. "Seokjin, that's fantastic!" He made a move to pull Seokjin into his arms.

Seokjin stopped Namjoon with a hand flat against the alpha's chest. "Just promise that you won't ever try to handle my career again. Or buy me off with apology gifts. Not without asking first."

"I promise." Namjoon assured him. "I'd be a useless Dom if I couldn’t learn a new limit now and then."

Seokjin finally relented, allowing himself to melt into Namjoon's embrace. "Of course, if you wanted to buy me off with a kiss, that would be a different story."

The food scattered across the picnic blanket but neither one of them cared as Seokjin pressed his lips to Namjoon's in a deep searing kiss. Namjoon growled eagerly into Seokjin's mouth as he grabbed him around the waist and tugged him into his lap. Seokjin sighed as his chest pressed against Namjoon's, looping his arms around Namjoon's neck. "Just because I made you a picnic, that doesn't mean you get to make the rules." Namjoon murmured.

"Oh really?" Seokjin smirked a bit. "What are you going to do about it?"

Namjoon answered by tugging Seokjin's head down and claiming his mouth again. It had been too long since those delicious lips parted for him, and Namjoon couldn't get enough. He slid his tongue along Seokjin's, delving deep until Seokjin was moaning. "This is all I've wanted for the past week." As he kissed down Seokjin's neck, lightly marking him with nips of his teeth, Seokjin grinded his hips against Namjoon, craving more. Namjoon felt his pants growing tighter as his dick responded to the pressure Seokjin was creating.

"Now that you have me here, what are you gonna do with me?" Seokjin asked breathlessly.

"Any fucking thing I want." Namjoon trailed scorching kisses down Seokjin's body. Every slight curve was familiar--the softness of Seokjin's chest, the dip of his waist, the suppleness of his hips.

Seokjin's hips moved more intently, greedy for even more. "I've needed your hands on me so bad." He sighed.

"God, I've missed you." Namjoon growled. "Your taste, your scent, how hard you make me with just one kiss. I could fuck you right here and now." The scent of Seokjin's slick filled the air, and Namjoon crashed his lips to Seokjin's again. Seokjin whimpered, half at Namjoon's actions, half desperate for more. But Namjoon didn't intend to show mercy. Now that Seokjin was his again, he wouldn't stop until the omega was trembling in his arms. "Be quiet and let me finish kissing you. That's an order."

Seokjin sighed as he gave himself over to Namjoon, lips parting eagerly under the alpha's. "Is that better, sir?"

"Much better." Namjoon hummed in approval. "Keep this up and I'll take you home for dessert."

"You made dessert too?" Seokjin smiled.

Namjoon chuckled. "Not exactly. He wouldn't fit in the picnic basket."

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As soon as Seokjin let Namjoon into the apartment, he eagerly tugged the alpha toward the dungeon, but Namjoon stopped him. "Get that ass into the bedroom." Namjoon demanded. "We have a lot of lost time to make up for."

"You don't want me in the dungeon?" Seokjin asked in surprise.

Namjoon shook his head. "It's time for your next Domme lesson. Authenticity." He led Seokjin to the bedroom with a firm hand.

"What do you mean by authenticity?" Seokjin asked.

"I might feel comfortably in control in a dungeon." Namjoon said. "But you're more yourself in the bedroom. For now. Every Dom and sub relationship may be different, but they all involve a give and take." Seokjin watched as Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed and crooked a finger in invitation. "If you want to get the most out of your sub, you need to elicit a real and honest response out of them. Which means you must be able to offer them honest reactions in return." He cocked his head. "Do you know how I can tell that you're being authentic with me?" Seokjin shook his head as he sat next to Namjoon. Namjoon lifted Seokjin's hand to press a kiss into the crook of his palm and the omega shivered with a gasp. "Your body never lies to me. You might pretend but your body gives you away. I know that you want me to keep kissing you like this."

"I do." Seokjin whispered.

"But I also know it's not enough for me." Namjoon said. "It's a Dom's job to find a balance between our desires using whatever tools are at my disposal." Seokjin's bedroom was neat and tidy, but a good Dom knew how to play with their imagination. And Namjoon was a good Dom. He stood up and strolled to the window at the far end of the room, slid the curtain ties from their place, and dangled them from his fingertips. "Now I'm going to tie you to the bed. Wrists and ankles."

Seokjin's breath hitched. "Because it's what I want or because it's what you want?"

Namjoon smirked. "We'll just have to try it and see, won't we?" He pressed Seokjin onto the bed and slid the omega's arms above his head.

By the time Seokjin was completely bound, Namjoon could see his pulse racing in his throat. "It's for me, isn't it?" Seokjin asked. "You know I love being spread out like this for you."

"And you know how hard it gets me to see you at my mercy." Namjoon longed to take Seokjin just like that, but the point of the lesson was for Seokjin to be in control. He reluctantly loosened the ties.

"I think I get it." Seokjin said. "You can use dungeons and hardcore toys on me because that's where you're most comfortable, where you're most yourself. So I still have to figure out what kind of Domme I'm comfortable being and how far my sub is willing to go."

Namjoon was pleased and a little surprised that his lesson landed so well. "Exactly. And the only way you can do that is with practice. Lots of it." It had been too long since Namjoon had felt the softness of Seokjin's skin or tasted the sweetness of his slick.

Seokjin smiled up at Namjoon. "I want to practice with you. I don't care how long it takes." He stood up and slid out of his clothes, revealing his skin inch by inch until he was in nothing but his panties. Then he circled Namjoon's wrists with surprisingly firm hands and batted his eyelashes at the alpha. "What I'd really enjoy is having you at my mercy. Too bad I have trouble tying knots."

As much as Namjoon's mind rebelled at the idea of such a loss of control, his body jumped to attention at the purr in Seokjin's voice. "Good thing there are many ways to truss someone up without rope."

"Is that so?" Seokjin tilted his head. "Any suggestions?" He was obviously prodding, seeing how far Namjoon would let him go.

Namjoon swallowed thickly. "I might have one…" He went to retrieve a pair of leather cuffs he'd bought to use on Seokjin. Not exactly how he'd intended their first use to be, but the eager glint in Seokjin's eyes as Namjoon dangled the cuffs from his fingertips made it worth it.

"New cuffs?" Seokjin asked. "What's wrong with the ones I already have?"

"These cuffs are adjustable." Namjoon said. "Meaning they could fit my wrists as well as yours and can be made as tight or as loose as the user wants." He tossed them to Seokjin without warning.

Seokjin snatched the cuffs out of the air. "You're really gonna let me tie you up?" Seokjin asked.

"Don't get too excited." Namjoon said. "This still falls under our Dom/sub training."

"It's a little late to tell me not to get excited." Seokjin's gaze trailed down Namjoon's body, lingering on the bulge in the alpha's pants where his cock was straining against the fabric. "And as much as you try to hide it, I think you are too."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Don't forget the point of this lesson, Seokjin. You need to establish your own boundaries in addition to respecting mine." He didn’t let an inkling of his hesitance show as he held out his wrists in a gesture of surrender. It had been years, maybe decades, since Namjoon had felt something close to nerves, but it has also been just as long since he'd felt such a thrill. "So do your worst. Or your best. Only time will tell which."

Seokjin's eyes lit up as he considered his options. He was clearly itching to get started but not certain how to. "I could tie you to the headboard…or to a chair."

"I'll make this one easy on you." Namjoon said. "Chairs are fun but they limit access. A bed gives you ample space to play."

"I hadn't thought of that." Seokjin grinned. "Then get on the bed." Namjoon walked slowly and deliberately toward the bed, feeling exposed in a way he hadn't in years as well as an undeniable surge of excitement. After settling in a comfortable lounging position, Namjoon crossed his wrists above his head. "This is even better than I imagined." Seokjin climbed on top of Namjoon, straddling his hips as he wrapped the cuffs around the alpha's wrists and secured them against the headboard. The leather restraints tightened on Namjoon's wrists and Seokjin leaned back to view his handiwork. "How does that feel?"

"You tell me." Namjoon said. "Based on my physical and emotional cues, how do you think I'm feeling?" Seokjin bit his lip as he tried to get a read on Namjoon. The alpha was careful to keep every muscle still, not letting the tension in his limbs show. "I'm waiting…"

"You're being difficult on purpose." Seokjin pouted. "I thought you were supposed to be authentic with me."

Namjoon laughed low in his throat. If Seokjin thought he was going to serve himself up on a silver platter, he was in for a surprise. "I said you have to get an authentic reaction out of me. So far all you've done is bind my wrists." Seokjin's eyes narrowed as he realized that even tied up in front of him, Namjoon was still very much in control. "My safe word is Indigo. Now let's see if I'm going to need it."

Seokjin touched his finger to his lips before slowly wetting the tip. His tongue swirled in a teasing dance. Then he tugged open the front of Namjoon's shirt, revealing the hard chiseled lines of his torse. The desire in his eyes sent an answering twitch to Namjoon's dick. "That's better." He traced his wet finger around the tight bud of Namjoon's nipple and heat flooded through the alpha's stomach. "You like that, don't you?"

"Take one in your mouth and find out." Namjoon challenged. Seokjin smirked and leaned down. He lightly flicked the tip of his tongue against one of Namjoon's nipples. Namjoon grunted with satisfaction as Seokjin lightly graced his teeth across his chest. The sensation was rough but the way Seokjin sighed and nestled closer, his body warming Namjoon's, was a soft heady contrast. As Seokjin swirled his tongue greedily, Namjoon started to lose himself in the situation before mustering all his self-control. "That's enough of that. It's time to move on."

Instead of pulling away, Seokjin ran his hands over Namjoon's chest, slowly tracing every inch of him. "Your body is telling me one thing and your mouth another. You might want me to stop but I think your body wants me to keep going."

"A Domme's job is to decide which one to listen to." Namjoon said. "A good Domme knows exactly which part of their sub is speaking the loudest. Unless they use their safe word, of course."

Seokjin sat back and ran his gaze over Namjoon, his lips parted as he watched the rise and fall of the alpha's chest. "I think you really want me to keep going."

"Then what are you going to do about it?" Namjoon asked.

A playful expression flitted across Seokjin's face. Namjoon got the sense that Domme Seokjin was a lot like sub Seokjin--a delicious, wicked tease. "Reward you for being so good." Seokjin took Namjoon's nipple between his teeth. The sharp pressure was exquisite but not nearly as much as the promise of payback in the near future. "Don't worry. I'll kiss it when I'm done and make it all better."

"I expect you to do much more before we're through." Namjoon's breath labored as the promise of sex filled the air. Seokjin's eyes started to glaze over as he eyed Namjoon hungrily. "You've had your fun, Seokjin. Now what?"

"More fun obviously." Seokjin smiled. "What would you do next in this situation?"

"You mean other than rip your panties off?" Namjoon asked, immediately earning a soft moan from Seokjin. "And spread your thighs so wide that I can see how much you're dripping for me?"

"Please stop." Seokjin whimpered. "I'm already so close just from touching you."

Namjoon smirked. Seokjin had never been able to resist that particular not in Namjoon's voice. "The way I see it, when I'm tied up like this, there's only one option. You can sit on my face." Seokjin's body gave a visceral response to the suggestion. "Now that ou have me all tied up and at your mercy, what's stopping you from taking what you want?"

"How do you know what I want?" Seokjin asked.

Another smirk tugged at Namjoon's lips at how easy Seokjin was to read and to control even when Namjoon's wrists were the shackled ones. "Admit it, Seokjin. Since the second you got me here, you've been waiting to feel my tongue against you."

Seokjin bit back another moan as he tugged his panties down his thighs, the light catching the slick already coating his skin and making it appear to sparkle. "I have been. And now you're going to use that mouth on me until I cum screaming."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "You're a greedy little Domme, aren't you?"

"Only when I know it's your mouth I'm going to have between my thighs." Seokjin crawled up to the top of the bed, taking his time straddling Namjoon's head. "You want to taste me, don't you?"

"Let me show you just how much." Namjoon murmured.

Seokjin hovered over Namjoon's waiting mouth. Namjoon was surrounded by the scent and taste of Seokjin, an intoxicating cocktail all his own. Namjoon longed to grab Seokjin by the hips and guide him against his tongue, but the restraints held him in place. All Namjoon could do was crane his head to lick and suck at Seokjin's entrance as the omega grinded down against him. "Oh god, Namjoon…" Seokjin moaned. "I hope this isn't too much."

Namjoon pulled back enough to speak. "When it's too much for me, you'll know. And I won't stop until I want to. You might have me where you want me for now, but you'll always be mine, Seokjin. That's a promise." He flicked his tongue against Seokjin, drinking down his slick. Seokjin gasped and drove down hard against the alpha's face. Even bound beneath Seokjin, Namjoon could read the omega's cues well enough to know how close he was. And at the end of the day, Namjoon was still the one in control. "That's enough playing for today." Namjoon said. Get me out of these so I can make you come." Seokjin quickly undid the clasps on the leather restraints, every part of him trembling. As soon as Namjoon was free, he grabbed Seokjin around the waist and pressed him down on the bed, kicking his pants and underwear off before covering the omega's body with his own. 'You got a reaction from me and now I need one. I want you screaming my name." He entered Seokjin with a single desperate thrust. They were both so ready that the first clench of Seokjin's body around his dick brought Namjoon right to the edge.

"Just like that." Seokjin moaned as Namjoon pounded him relentlessly. "I need to cum for you."

"This is your session, Seokjin." Namjoon grunted. "You tell me when."

Seokjin's hips moved against Namjoon's with the newfound confidence of an omega who know how to take pleasure and to give it. "Namjoon!" The moment Seokjin screamed his name, Namjoon surrendered to his own pleasure, pressing his knot inside the omega and filling him up with his cum.

As they slowly came down from their high, Namjoon rolled them onto their sides and Seokjin curled up against him. Seokjin's heart pounded against Namjoon's chest as he struggled to regain control of his breathing. "I knew it would be different to be in charge." Seokjin said. "But that was…"

"It was a partnership." Namjoon smiled, running his fingers along Seokjin's bare back. "Even when one of us calls all the shots, the ending is always shared."

Seokjin nuzzled closer to Namjoon, wrapping his arms around the alpha. "Thank you for giving that to me, Namjoon. And thank you for a lesson I won't soon forget."

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Seokjin slept peacefully in Namjoon's arms, but Namjoon was still wide awake, his thoughts racing. He couldn't believe he'd let Seokjin do what he did, nor how good it had felt. His heart pounded at the memory of leather around his wrists, the enticing command in Seokjin's voice as he had taken charge. Namjoon had always been the one in control.

Seokjin stirred against Namjoon, letting out a soft sigh, and Namjoon hold him closer. When it came to Seokjin, Namjoon was slipping. And he didn't know where that slope led.

***

Monday morning, Seokjin's first order of business was an important meeting with Yujun. When he stepped into the other omega's office, he found him waiting with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. "Good morning, Seokjin. Coffee?" Yujun held the coffee out to Seokjin. "Consider it a peace offering." Seokjin accepted the cup and took a sip, letting Yujun know that he was willing to hear him out. "I think I owe you an apology."

"Go on." Seokjin said.

"The truth is, I thought you knew about me and Namjoon when you came in to interview." Yujun said. "He had no reason to hide it."

"Then why did you act like you didn't know him at lunch on my first day?" Seokjin asked.

"Well, when I realized he hadn't told you about us, I was worried I'd be betraying his trust by telling you." Yujun explained. "I'm sorry and I hope we can put this mess behind us."

Seokjin hesitated as he considered Yujun's apology. On one hand, Yujun sounded sincere. On the other, he had never once mentioned Namjoon. Then again, it all went back to Namjoon neglecting to tell Seokjin the truth behind his interview in the first place. "Namjoon's the one who should've told me." He eventually said. "Honestly, a boss really shouldn't have to tell their new hire about their past relationships. Anyway, we've spent enough time talking about Namjoon. Let's just move on."

Yujun sat back in his seat, a look of impressed surprise on his face. "I've gotta say, Seokjin, this isn't how I expected you to react. To business then." He pulled a manila folder from her bag. It was full of financial documents, though most of the lines were blacked out. "I've been working on a deep dive investigative piece for a while now, but I can't seem to crack it. I need a fresh set of eyes and a new perspective. If it works out, I'd split the byline with you."

Seokjin nodded. "So what's the story? These documents are 90% redacted."

"You recognize any of the names?" Yujun asked.

Seokjin scanned the papers again. "A few local council members…the administrative deputy mayors."

"The story is local politicians misusing campaign funds." Yujun said. "Private jets, designer suits, that sort of thing. But as you can see, all I've found is some wonky accounting in their donor records. Nothing definitive."

"You're right." Seokjin said. "This could be huge if you find a way to prove it."

"No one else on staff has worked a campaign." Yujun pointed out. "Your insight on this could be invaluable."

Seokjin nodded. "You can count on me. I'll let you know what I turn up." He slipped the folder into his bag and stood up.

Yujun smiled. "I'm glad we had this little chat, Seokjin. You continue to surprise me."

As soon as Seokjin started working on Yujun's research, he lost track of everything else on his to do list. Then he got a text from Namjoon.

*address attached*

Meet me at this address at 7 pm sharp

Yes, sir.

How can I resist…

Wear something nice

After the previous week, it was only a matter of time before Namjoon decided to reassert his status as Seokjin's Dom. He was definitely going to make Seokjin pay for his part in their fight. Namjoon hated that Seokjin was right.

Seokjin's thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on his office door. "Come in!" He called out.

Jungkook stepped in, bowing his head to Seokjin in greeting. "This is some office. I had to show my credentials at two different desks to get up here. One ID check makes you big time but two makes you huge."

Seokjin's gaze fell on the lavish box in Jungkook's hands that could have only come from one person. "I hope that's for me."

Jungkook handed Seokjin the box with a wink. "He sent this as a suggestion for tonight."

Seokjin opened the box and gasped at the sleek pink dress inside, running his hand along the luxurious fabric. "Holy shit, this looks like it walked right off a runway."

"7:00 sharp." Jungkook reminded him. "Don't forget or we'll both be in trouble." Seokjin barely registered Jungkook's departure from his office, leaving the omega alone to admire Namjoon's gift.

***

Seokjin arrived at his mystery destination right on time. No sooner had he stepped out of the car than an alpha rushed forward to hold open the door and escort Seokjin inside. "Seokjin-nim, you're expected."

"You know who I am?" Seokjin asked in surprise.

"Dressed like that, you couldn't be anyone else." Seokjin flushed at the compliment as he was directed inside. "If you'll step right this way…"

An elevator took Seokjin all the way up to a rooftop bar. It didn't take him long to spot Namjoon seated at the far end. "You didn't keep me waiting." Namjoon nodded in approval. "Good omega." He dropped his mouth to Seokjin's ear, his breath a light whisper over the omega's skin. "And you wore the dress meaning I get the pleasure of ripping it off you later."

Seokjin shook his head as heat pooled in his stomach. "There's always an ulterior motive, isn't there?"

"When it comes to you?" Namjoon smirked. "Absolutely."

The cool breeze did nothing to stave off the heat coursing through Seokjin's veins. "Someone's feeling awfully bossy tonight. The dress, the text, the rooftop bar…what if I wanted to stay in and watch a movie?"

Namjoon's arm curled possessively around Seokjin's waist. "Too damn bad. I want you where everyone can see you."

A bartender appeared in front of them. "What can I get you two?"

"Two martinis extra dry please." Namjoon ordered for them. "And the smoked salmon to start. The omega will be having the linguini for dinner."

"And for you?"

Namjoon's eyes never left Seokjin's. "I'll be having the lamb of course."

Shortly, the bartender slid their martinis across the bar. It was strong and dry just the way Seokjin liked it. "I got my first work assignment." Seokjin informed Namjoon. "It's a big expose on campaign finance abuse. Yujun even offered to split the byline."

"Sounds like a great opportunity." Namjoon said. "And a lot of close work with Yujun."

"I can't wait to sink my teeth into the story." Seokjin said. "Corruption, intrigue, back alley political wheeling and dealing. It's exciting!"

Namjoon smiled. "Scandal can certainly be sexy."

Their food was brought out, and Seokjin had to admit the linguini did smell fantastic. "This looks delicious." Seokjin said as he picked up his fork. "Thank you."

"Agreed." Namjoon nodded as he dug into his own food. "The lamb is soft and tender, just the way I like it."

As Seokjin ate his pasta, the bartender placed a purple drink on the table elegantly garnished with blackberries. "On the house."

"What is it?" Seokjin asked curiously.

"Something new I've been working on." The bartender said. "I thought you might be daring enough to try it." From the way she eyed the two of them, she was obviously intrigued. And Namjoon was relishing her interest.

"You thought right." Namjoon said. "My companion always enjoys trying new things."

Seokjin took a sip, savoring the complexity of the cocktail as Namjoon and the bartender watched him. Feigning innocence, he plucked the pick of berries from the cup and raised them to his lips. "These look so good. So sweet." He trailed the berries along his lips then slowly licked off the juice they left behind.

"Put them in your mouth." Namjoon ordered.

"Yes, sir." Holding Namjoon's gaze, Seokjin took all three berries into his mouth at once then slowly pulled the pick out clean.

"You are adventurous." The bartender mused, desire as well as a hint of a question in her eyes.

Namjoon obviously noticed it too. "Sorry but I'm not sharing my present no matter how nice the gift wrap is."

"Maybe next time." Seokjin said just before the bartender left them to their meal. "I'm glad you asked me out tonight. This is way better than ordering takeout at my desk."

"I don't recall asking you anything." Namjoon said.

"You didn't have to." Seokjin said. "You're always so certain of yourself. You have an answer for every question, a solution to every problem."

Namjoon shook his head. "I didn't always. And believe it or not, I still have the occasional doubt or fear."

Seokjin bit his lip. "I wish you'd tell me more about it. I have a hard time imagining you being scared of anything or anyone."

Namjoon's jaw tightened and his gaze fixed on something in the distance. "Growing up, my biggest fear was turning out like my dad. With his blood in my veins and his money sending me through boarding school, it felt inevitable."

"But you're nothing like him." Seokjin said softly.

"I'm more like him than you know, Seokjin." Namjoon said somberly. "You're just too innocent to see it."

That didn't sound like the Namjoon Seokjin was used to and he kinda liked how vulnerable the alpha was being. "I don't care what you say. You'll always be my Namjoon."

Namjoon's eyes met Seokjin’s, and he seemed to relax, even offering a smile. "And I'll always be yours as long as you'll have me."

Seokjin wasn't sure whether it was the atmosphere or the alcohol, but Namjoon was more approachable that night than Seokjin had ever seen him. "I wish this night could go on forever." Seokjin murmured.

"I'm in no hurry." Namjoon shrugged. "And there's a lounge on the other side of the bar. Why don't we order another round?"

Seokjin couldn't remember the last time Namjoon was so willing to let him in. And he wasn't about to let the opportunity slip past him. He reached out to intertwine his fingers with Namjoon's, a pleasant shiver running down his spine when the alpha raised his hand to place a tender kiss across his knuckles. "Now that I've got you where I want you, I'm not letting go easily."

Namjoon chuckled. "You're adorable when you think you have the upper hand."

Seokjin got settled in the lounge as Namjoon placed an order at the bar, the alpha joining him on the plush sofa soon once he had their drinks. "I'd like to propose a simple game." Seokjin said. "One I like to call Tit for Tat. For every question I answer, you have to do the same."

"Fair enough." Namjoon agreed.

"What was your first serious relationship?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. "So this is how we're doing it?"

Seokjin smiled innocently. "You agreed to play."

Namjoon tilted his head, considering the question for a long moment. "I dated an omega for about six months during college. We even started looking at rings around summer break."

Seokjin was surprised to hear Namjoon had contemplated that kind of commitment. He'd assumed Namjoon had always played the field and won. "So why did you split up?"

"That was also when I started seriously exploring BDSM." Namjoon said. "It wasn't for her, so we ended it."

Seokjin grinned. "Her loss is my gain."

"It was best for everyone." Namjoon said. "She's happily married with three kids and a picket fence somewhere on Jeju." A predatory glint entered his eyes. "Now it's my turn."

"I'm ready for anything you have to throw at me." Seokjin said.

Namjoon smirked. "I want to know what gets you the most excited in the bedroom."

Seokjin bit his lip as his core tingled. "Anything with a new toy involved." He kept his gaze locked with Namjoon's, refusing to back down.

"I have plenty of toys we have yet to try out." Namjoon said and Seokjin couldn't tell if that was a promise or a threat.

Either way, Seokjin leaned closer. "And I can't wait to try every single one."

Namjoon closed the distance between them to give Seokjin a whisper of a kiss. His teeth grazed the omega's bottom lip before he pulled back. "Me neither." Seokjin could tell the conversation was about to veer into dangerous territory but there was no stopping it at that point. "What's next, Seokjin? Don't bother asking my favorite position. We both know it's having you tied up and spread out before me."

"I wasn't gonna ask that." Seokjin said.

"What then?" Namjoon tilted his head. "My favorite color? Crimson. My favorite thing to eat? You."

Seokjin gasped at the promise in Namjoon's voice. The alpha was trying to throw him off, but Seokjin wasn't ready to end the game yet. "I want to know why you resist being a sub so much. I won't use it against you, I swear. I just want to understand."

Namjoon was quiet for a beat. "The beautiful thing about BDSM is that I don't have to explain myself. Everyone is allowed a safe word. Everyone is allowed a line they aren't willing to cross."

"And your line is right down the middle." Seokjin said.

Namjoon nodded. "Everything on the Dom side brings me pleasure. The sub side doesn't." Seokjin had the feeling Namjoon wasn't telling him something, but he wouldn't push the alpha further than he was willing to go. Namjoon shifted forward and there was something new in his posture. Something challenging. "My turn, Seokjin." His voice was silk as he nudged Seokjin's knees apart with one of his own. "I want to know what you picture when you touch yourself." Seokjin's breath hitched. "Late at night when you're moaning into your pillow, who or what do you see?" He scooted forward, his knee grazing up Seokjin's inner thigh and sending a shiver through the omega.

Seokjin allowed his legs to fall open, his back arching as Namjoon drew close enough to kiss him. The powerful surge of Namjoon's muscles pressed against Seokjin felt amazing. "You already know the answer to that question, Namjoon."

"I want to hear you say it." Namjoon insisted.

Seokjin never knew quite how Namjoon did it, but the alpha was back to being on top and relishing the position. "Before I met you, I always pictured someone being forceful with me in bed." Seokjin said. "They were always powerful and commanding, a god molded of silk and steel." Namjoon released a low growl of approval. "They made me want to do bad things, dirty things, and I had no choice but to do them."

"And what do you see now?" Namjoon asked.

A spasm of longing overtook Seokjin's body. "Nothing's changed except the person standing over me. They're not a faceless stranger anymore. They're you." He reached for his glass only to find it empty.

Namjoon stood up and held his hand out to Seokjin. "Time's up. You've had your chance to play with me. Now it's my turn to play with you. Are you ready for your next lesson?"

Seokjin looked up at Namjoon in surprise. "You have a lesson for me tonight?"

"Yep." Namjoon smirked. "We're heading back to my place and learning what it means to be patient."

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Once inside the apartment, Namjoon grabbed Seokjin roughly around the waist and tossed him onto the couch. "There's only one rule for tonight's lesson." Namjoon said as he rolled his sleeves up. "You're expressly forbidden from cumming until I allow it."

Seokjin nodded. "That seems easy enough. You're always making me do that."

"Yes but it's different when you're doing it as a domme." Namjoon climbed onto the couch, grabbing Seokjin's wrists to pin him in place. "You think part of me isn't aching to give us both the release we crave during our sessions? But when you're in charge, you have to purposely delay your own pleasure no matter how bad you want it." He grazed his lips deliciously over Seokjin's, leaving the omega yearning for more. His next words were a whisper, felt more than heard. "And you want it, don't you?"

A shiver ran down Seokjin's spine but he held strong. "I'm not falling for that." He whispered back. "This part of the lesson isn't about what I want."

Namjoon smirked in approval before capturing Seokjin's mouth in a greedy kiss. "You've always been a quick learner." Namjoon braced himself over Seokjin as he kissed him ruthlessly. Seokjin moaned into Namjoon's mouth. "No matter how good it feels to take and be taken, the best doms don't succumb to pleasure until their subs do." Namjoon pulled back so abruptly that Seokjin felt a whoosh of cold air between them. "And that, little lamb, requires patience. Which brings us to the lesson." Seokjin squealed as Namjoon grabbed his hips and dragged them to the edge of the couch cushion. He made quick work of removing Seokjin's clothes until the omega was only in a pair of panties. Those, he slid slowly down Seokjin's legs, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake. "No matter what else happens, you have to resist temptation." He pushed Seokjin's thighs apart and settled on his knees before the omega, nuzzling at his core. Seokjin bit his lip so hard, he was surprised he didn't break skin. As much as he longed to buck up into Namjoon's mouth, to feel the alpha devour him, he focused on the pain in his lip instead. "Don't bite so hard you ruin that pretty lip, Seokjin." Namjoon said. "I have plans for it later."

"And I'll take those plans in stride too." Even though his entire body was aflame, Seokjin forced himself to fight the urge to give in. "Keep going, sir. I can take it."

"You want me to keep kissing you here?" Namjoon flicked his mouth lightly against Seokjin's entrance.

Seokjin suppressed a gasp. "Yes."

"What if I lick you here?" Namjoon spread Seokjin's legs wider until his entire face was buried between them, lapping his tongue languidly over the omega's center. Seokjin reached down to curl his fingers around the nape of Namjoon's neck, pressing the alpha into to him while steadying himself. Namjoon chuckled at the action, the vibrations from the sound nearly ruining Seokjin. The omega dug his fingers in harder to keep his composure. "Focusing on the sensation of a different part of the body can be very effective for a time." Namjoon murmured.

"It doesn't need to work forever." Seokjin said. Namjoon peeked up at Seokjin with a smile of teasing indulgence. "Please, Namjoon, whatever you have planned…" He trailed off.

"Don't worry." Namjoon said. "This part will be easy. In fact, I won't even touch you." He pulled back several centimeters. The sudden lack of sensation was almost more unbearable than Namjoon's intimate kiss. "I'll just blow a nice soft breeze to cool you down." Seokjin shuddered at the sudden wisp of Namjoon's breath over his core. The gentleness of it was likely to send him over the edge. With a determined breath, Seokjin willed his heartbeat to slow and his mind to stay focused. "That's good. This is usually the point where you're begging me to take you."

"A domme never begs." Seokjin said.

Namjoon spread Seokjin's legs even wider, fully exposing the omega to him. There was a dark hunger in his eyes. "You've done well with the lesson. I think it's time for a little reward."

Seokjin tipped his head back as Namjoon sealed his mouth around his entrance again, his tongue pressing inside. "You always know how to make me feel amazing." He moaned.

"That's because I dream of this body spread open to me." Namjoon said. "Of tasting you."

Seokjin knew he was supposed to resist the appeal of Namjoon's mouth but it was impossible. The alpha knew his body too well. Namjoon placed a hand on Seokjin's pelvis, driving the omega's hips down as he ran his tongue over him again and again. "Oh god, Namjoon, I can't…I need-"

"I know." Namjoon smirked. "Be good for me just a little longer and we'll take this to the dungeon. I have something special for you there." He renewed his efforts. Seokjin was so close that all it would take was one buck of his hips against Namjoon's mouth to feel the sweet burst of release.

But he held back, eager to see what more Namjoon had in store for him. "I'll be so good for you, sir." He fought the rising wave of pleasure with every ounce of strength he had.

"Just a few more seconds." Namjoon murmured. "Hold onto that patience."

"Namjoon, please!" Seokjin begged. "Take me to your dungeon! I'll let you do anything you want to me!"

Just when Seokjin couldn't take another second of exquisite torture, Namjoon pulled away, panting almost as hard as Seokjin was. "I'm impressed, Seokjin." Namjoon said. "You've definitely earned this next part." He helped Seokjin to his feet. Seokjin's legs were shaky but he drew a deep breath and willed his legs to move until Namjoon dropped his mouth to his ear. "The best thing about patience is that it comes with its own reward. When I finally make you cum, I'll have to carry you to bed afterward."

Seokjin had no idea how he made it to the dungeon after that. Every part of him was weak with longing. "I'll make your next lesson in patience easier." Namjoon promised. "By tying you down so you can't fight back."

"Oh god." Seokjin moaned as a fresh wave of slick leaked out of him.

"But I'm not cruel." Namjoon continued. "I'll let you choose where."

Seokjin pointed to the x cross. "I can stand on my own two feet for this. I'm not afraid of you."

Namjoon stalked purposefully toward Seokjin, practically pouncing on the omega. "You should be very afraid." Seokjin gasped as Namjoon roughly strapped on his collar. Namjoon then grabbed his wrists and forced them above his head. "Once I chain you up, I can leave you there for as long as I want."

Seokjin quivered with excitement as Namjoon cuffed his wrists and ankles to the cross. Seokjin's body was stretched, waiting for whatever Namjoon had in store. He tested the bonds with a. surge and was pleased to find there was no wiggle room. "No matter what you do to me now, I'm all yours."

"Now patience like yours demands a special reward." Namjoon stepped away to one of his special drawers. Seokjin was left trembling as Namjoon unhurriedly found what he wanted. "A toy we've never played with before." A pang of longing flooded through Seokjin as Namjoon finally turned around, dangling a rope of diamond shaped beads from one hand. "Do you know what these are? Where they fit best?" To demonstrate, he slid his thumb over Seokjin's slick center. "Do you have any idea what I plan to do with these?"

Seokjin squirmed with anticipation. "You're gonna fit them inside me and then pull them out?"

"That's right." Namjoon started undressing, the promise of his bare skin against Seokjin's setting the omega aflame. "I plan to drive each of these inside that tight inviting hole." As the last of his clothes hit the floor, he approached Seokjin and dropped his mouth to the omega's ear. "And then tug on them while I finger you to completion." The growl in Namjoon's voice was almost enough to get Seokjin off already.

"Give it to me." Seokjin whispered.

Namjoon slid his fingers against Seokjin's wet center, pushing the smallest part of the toy inside him. "Relax…" Namjoon murmured. "There are several more of these to go." Seokjin pulled hard at his bindings as Namjoon slowly pushed the beads inside his body. Every movement and breath he took was excruciating, the coil in his stomach tightening beyond belief. Just when Seokjin thought he couldn't take another bead, Namjoon dropped his mouth to Seokjin's in a searing kiss. As Namjoon's tongue flicked against the omega's, he pushed in the final, largest bead, and Seokjin couldn't help but jerk at how full and good it felt. "Your patience is about to be rewarded big time." Namjoon growled as he pressed two fingers in alongside the beads. "You've never been this wet before…"

"It's so good…" Seokjin moaned.

The sensation of Namjoon's mouth against his, the alpha's fingers pushing against the beads, it was enough to drive Seokjin over the edge. Then Namjoon brought his other hand to Seokjin's center to tug on the end of the beads, adding an extra layer of stimulation. Seokjin's entire body jerked, overwhelmed by it all as each bead was pulled out of him, one by one. He instinctively drove his hips against Namjoon's hands. He tugged hard at the restraints, trying to reach out and pull Namjoon impossibly close. But it was no use. "Ready for another?" Namjoon asked.

"Anything." Seokjin nodded desperately. "I'm ready for anything you can give me."

Smirking, Namjoon tugged another bead free, sending a pulse of pleasure through Seokjin. Seokjin tried to be patient but he couldn't. Namjoon was everywhere, his mouth claiming Seokjin's in a fiercely passionate kiss. "You don't have to fight it anymore, Seokjin. This is your reward."

"Does this mean you'll let me cum?" Seokjin whimpered.

"No." Namjoon shook his head. "It means I demand it. And for my reward, I want to hear you scream my name." There was no fighting it anymore. As the last of the beads gave way, Seokjin screamed the name that was carved onto his heart. As his shouts reverberated off the walls, Namjoon swooped in to silence them with a kiss. "I'll never get tired of hearing that from your lips."

Seokjin was spent as he came down from his euphoria. But he was still bound to the cross with Namjoon's heaving body pressed against his own. "I can't believe I'm still breathing after what you just did to me." Seokjin said with a slight laugh.

"I told you that patience is its own reward." As Namjoon began undoing the cuffs and gently rubbing sensation back into Seokjin's wrists and ankles, Seokjin curled into the alpha's arms. "I also said I'd carry you to bed."

"Yes please." Seokjin nodded. "I'd like that." He sagged against Namjoon, feeling sleepy and incredibly satisfied.

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"I thought you didn't know how to cook." Seokjin mused as Namjoon pulled out all the stops to make him breakfast.

Namjoon peeked at Seokjin over his shoulder, a playful grin on his face. "You're not the only one who likes developing new skills. I figure it's time I learn the basics."

Seokjin was bringing his coffee to his lips to take a sip when a sudden pounding came at the door. "Are you expecting company this morning?" Seokjin asked.

"It's probably Taehyung." Namjoon said. "He's not big on calling ahead." He walked over to the door, spatula still in hand. But as he opened the door, the spatula fell heavily to his side. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Is that any way to talk to your father?” Seokjin nearly choked on his coffee as he spun around to see the older alpha standing in the doorway. “I've come to visit my son, of course."

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Namjoon stared at the alpha standing outside his front door, stunned into silence. "Are you going to invite me in or do I have to stand here like a delivery boy all morning?" His dad asked.

"Appa, don't-"

But his father barged past him and immediately spotted Seokjin at the kitchen table still tousled from his night in Namjoon's bed. "Well, well, since when are you in the habit of hosting sleepovers?"

Namjoon planted himself between his father and Seokjin. "He's none of your business."

His father peeked over his shoulder, taking note of Seokjin's half-dressed state. "Not bad. You always did have an eye for the omegas."

Seokjin cleared his throat. "It's, um, nice to meet you."

"Trust me, it isn't." Namjoon said.

His dad noticed the spatula in Namjoon's hand and suddenly sniffed the air. "Are you making breakfast?" He asked in disbelief. "For an omega?"

Namjoon glared at his father. "I'm not going to dignify that with a response. Is there a reason you're in my apartment or is this just my unlucky day?"

"There's no need to take that attitude with me." His dad said. "You know exactly why I'm here."

Unfortunately, there was only one answer Namjoon could think of. "You want Taehyung back in Daegu, don't you? So you can go back to playing the wise almighty patriarch."

"Of course." His dad said. "We both know he's not capable of living on his own. Always throwing himself into lost charity causes, wasting his talents. The longer he spends here without a firm hand, the wilder he gets. So you're going to help me get him back to Daegu where he belongs."

"That's his decision to make." Namjoon said firmly. "I can't stop you from trying but at the end of the day, Taehyung gets to decide whether he stays or goes."

His dad scoffed. "He's still a pup. My pup. He'll do what I say or else." He straightened his spine. "We're having a family meeting over dinner tonight at Les Nomades. Taehyung will be there and so will you."

"You forget that you don't have control over me anymore." Namjoon said.

"And you forget that I can ruin you and your brother faster than most people can order takeout." His dad retorted. "I expect to see you at 7:00 sharp." He turned toward the door but as a parting shot, he glanced over his shoulder with a calculating grin. "And be sure to bring your boyfriend with you." He left without another word.

Namjoon stood there, his entire body thrumming with emotion until a light hand touched his shoulder. "Namjoon, are you alright?" Seokjin asked softly.

Guilt clutched Namjoon by the throat. He hated that Seokjin was there to see his dad's behavior and how easily his dad got under his skin. Nothing made Namjoon feel less in control than being around that alpha and knowing he could still hurt the ones Namjoon loved. With a deep breath, Namjoon forced himself to turn and face Seokjin, struggling to regain his composure. "I don't think I'm going to be very good company for the rest of the morning. Maybe you should go."

Seokjin didn't balk at Namjoon's tone. "I'll only leave if you command it, sir. Otherwise…" He turned slowly around and began making his way down the hall toward Namjoon's dungeon. Namjoon followed him into the room where the omega fell to his knees and clasped his hands behind his back in a submissive position, his entire body yielding for Namjoon. "I'm ready for you now, sir. Just be gentle. I'm still a little sore from last night." With a start, Namjoon realized Seokjin was giving himself to him to take his mind away from his father. It was like Seokjin knew exactly what Namjoon needed. Namjoon's heart swelled with emotion as he stared at Seokjin. Then Seokjin's expression shifted into concern. "Is this alright? Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Namjoon shook his head. "You've done everything right." Instead of poking at his wounds or asking him probing questions, Seokjin brought Namjoon to his dungeon. And Namjoon would never forget that. He swept his thumb across Seokjin's bottom lip then trailed his fingers down the curve of the omega's neck, drawing an eager shiver from him. "You've been so patient with me. And a good Dom always rewards patience."

Seokjin smiled. "Then what will you be teaching me today?"

The answer slipped out without a second thought. The thing Seokjin was giving him right then just when he needed it most. "Empathy." He curled his fingers around Seokjin's chin and tiled his head back to let the omega see how pleased he was and how serious. "A good Dom relies on empathy to tap into their partner's deepest feelings without needing to hear them spoken aloud." Seokjin raised his eyebrows, looking curious as Namjoon glanced around his dungeon. His gaze fell on a new toy he'd recently purchased that was perfect for the occasion. Seokjin gasped as Namjoon lifted up the pink ball gag, running the leather straps through his hands, his fingers toying with the silicone ball. "With one of these in your pretty mouth, you'll be entirely dependent on me and how attuned I am to your body." Part of Seokjin was nervous, part of him was eager. And Namjoon saw the exact moment when eagerness won. Seokjin nodded and Namjoon felt an answering surge of heat low in his stomach at the thought of what he was about to do to the omega. "I need to hear you say it, Seokjin. It'll be one of the last words I hear from your lips until we're done."

"Yes, sir." Seokjin said. "I want you to gag me and to do whatever you want to me." There was more than just arousal in his voice. There was a softness that made Namjoon's heart swell.

Namjoon stepped up behind Seokjin and traced his fingers over the soft skin along the nape of his neck. Seokjin shivered but didn't budge. "There's a reason I haven't introduced a ball gag yet. It may seem simple but using it can get complicated."

"Is it dangerous?" Seokjin asked.

"Only in the wrong hands." Namjoon said. "When used properly, it can heighten every sensation you feel inside and out. But it requires complete trust." He scraped his fingernails lightly down the slope of Seokjin's neck and the omega's pulse flared under his touch. "Once this ball is in your mouth, you won't be able to say your safe word. You have to use an alternative and trust me to honor it when things get too rough."

"An alternative signal…" Seokjin said thoughtfully. "Like tapping my fingers?"

Namjoon nodded. "That's a good choice. You'll be able to do it even if your hands are bound." He trailed his fingers down Seokjin's neckline, pushing aside his top to reveal the delicate slope of his shoulder. Goosebumps broke out beneath Namjoon's touch. "And I'll be paying very close attention."

Seokjin took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Then open that pretty mouth for me." Namjoon instructed. Seokjin opened his mouth wide and Namjoon gently nudged the ball inside his mouth. Seokjin's eyes widened once it was in place. "I warned you. Until I take this off, you'll feel me inside every part of you." He secured the ball gag behind Seokjin's head with the strap. Seokjin looked exquisite, a little bit nervous and a whole lot ready for what came next. "How does it feel so far?" Seokjin's answering sigh was muffled but Namjoon had learned every single sound he made by heart. And that one meant he was already at Namjoon's mercy.

Namjoon helped Seokjin to his feet and took a step back. Seokjin strained toward Namjoon's touch but the alpha didn't give him what he wanted. Not just yet. "When playing with a sub, especially when testing the edges of their comfort zone, a Dom has to be attuned to their desires." Namjoon said. "So as your Dom, it isn't just my job to pleasure you. It's my job to learn your tells. To know what makes you wet for me. And even when you can't speak, I can read you like a book. For instance, from how hard you're breathing now…" Namjoon approached Seokjin and traced a finger down his chest which heaved with each breath, ready to feel Namjoon slide the fabric down his skin. "I know you're chafing at these clothes between us. Ready for me to undress you. But it's also up to me to know how you want it." He began to slowly work the fabric up Seokjin's stomach, his touch so soft that he could hear the cloth glide over Seokjin's skin. "I feel you trembling. Part of you wants me to move faster, doesn't it? To expose you. Watch as your nipples tighten in the cold air." He slid the shirt over Seokjin's head. "Which is why I'm going to do this at my own pace. Because I know that the rest of you likes to suffer." Seokjin looked adorably impatient as Namjoon took his time slipping his panties down his legs. Seokjin shivered with pleasure, the way his body strained to feel Namjoon's touch proof that the alpha had made the right choice.

With Seokjin naked in front of him, desire washed over Namjoon's body. He wanted to fuck Seokjin but he also wanted the lesson to last. "Empathy is all about putting yourself in someone else's shoes." Namjoon said and Seokjin whimpered around his gag. "To feel what they feel. To desire what they desire. To know how ready their body is before you even touch it." He began to slowly pace around Seokjin, his hand running along the soft contours of his body. Namjoon stopped to caress the strap of the ball gag, giving it a tug and pulling a low moan from Seokjin. "For example, I know how much you love having that ball stuffed in your mouth. You like it when I'm deep inside every part of you."

Namjoon pushed Seokjin toward the four-poster bed. Seokjin's legs were trembling as he reached its edge. "You want me to touch you, don't you?" Seokjin nodded eagerly, his words muffled around his gag. "The questions is how?" He trailed his fingers over Seokjin's core until they were coated in his slick. "You want this to last, don't you?" Seokjin nodded fervently and Namjoon turned him around, bending him over the bed so his ass was presented to him. "You want me to take my time until you come completely undone for me." He slid his fingers around Seokjin's hole, tracing his entrance with slow teasing strokes. Seokjin moaned loudly around his gag.

When Namjoon finally pressed two fingers inside Seokjin, he moved slowly, letting Seokjin feel every centimeter of them. Particularly when he curled them against that spot that made him scream. Namjoon took a deep breath as Seokjin's muffled cry filled the room, trying to master the desire that was flooding his senses. His own body throbbed with longing to feel Seokjin tight around him but he forced himself to focus on the omega's pleasure. "Even though I want to grab those hips and fuck you until I'm filling you with my cum, empathy means putting you first." His words had Seokjin trembling and the omega desperately pressed back against him. "That's another thing you've never been able to hide from me. You like it when I do dirty things but you like it even more when I talk about them."

Namjoon pulled away, leaving Seokjin suddenly empty. Seokjin let out a soft mewl of disappointment. "Whenever we're here together, you fixate on my mouth. What it's saying. What it's doing. Where it's going." He flipped Seokjin onto his back, the omega's legs spread open before him. The gag made it impossible for Seokjin to protest as Namjoon leaned down to kiss his neck. The moment his mouth brushed over Seokjin's scent gland, he felt a moan deep in the omega's throat. "And you like it best when my mouth does this." He grazed his teeth over Seokjin's scent gland. Seokjin's pulse flared as Namjoon's teeth dug in deep enough to leave an impression, but not to permanently mark him. "With the ball gag in, you won't even be able to scream properly." He continued nipping down Seokjin's neck and over his collarbone until he reached the omega's chest. He scraped his teeth over the tip of one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Seokjin bucked against him, a muffled cry escaping him. "I can feast on this body for hours and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Seokjin's chest strained toward Namjoon but the alpha moved down to his stomach, leaving more marks with each bite until he reached the omega's inner thighs. Seokjin thrusted his hips toward Namjoon, begging for his mouth, but Namjoon only gave one brief nip to his thigh before pulling away. "Not so fast, little lamb." He placed a hand flat on Seokjin's stomach, forcing his movements to slow. "I don't need you to tell me what to do, remember? This session is all about me being able to read your body and your heart." He guided his hand down until he was cupping the wet heat between Seokjin's thighs. "Your body wants me to take things hard and fast but your heart…" He began rubbing his hand over Seokjin's slick entrance, pulling a soft moan from the omega. "It wants me to go nice and slow."

As Namjoon worked his hand against Seokjin, the omega strained against the ball gag, pleasure starting to take over. The slower Namjoon moved, the more Seokjin writhed. Once or twice, Seokjin seemed close to tapping his fingers, but he never did. "You want to scream, don't you?" Namjoon smirked. "You want to call out my name as I make you cum?" Seokjin's muffled moans came faster and faster, his body squirming as his skin flushed a pretty pink. "You'll just have to swallow those screams. I’m not letting you go until I feel you cum against my hand." He slid two fingers inside of Seokjin once more, gaining speed gradually. "You're gorgeous, gagged for me like this. Just the way I like it." Seokjin writhed beneath Namjoon as his fingers pressed against that spot inside him. Instead of screaming, Seokjin's release turned inward, his body trembling through wave after wave of his orgasm.

Seokjin shuddered as he came down from his high, his body curling into Namjoon's embrace. Namjoon gently undid the gag, allowing the ball to fall slip out of Seokjin's mouth and into his waiting palm. Before Seokjin could speak, Namjoon pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Good omega." Seokjin looked utterly wrecked, his chest heaving with each breath as he looked up at Namjoon, pupils wide and dark. "I know." Namjoon murmured. "That's part of empathy too. Knowing when you've brought a sub pleasure and taking pride in your work."

"Is that how you feel right now?" Seokjin asked quietly. "Proud?"

Namjoon nodded, unable to find the right words. There was pride, yes. And a lightness in his chest that he only ever felt when he looked at Seokjin. But at that moment, Namjoon pushed down his pajama pants so Seokjin could see just how hard he was for the omega. "Pride is one word for it. Now get on your knees and put that swollen little mouth to work."

Chapter Text

Namjoon arrived at Les Nomades at 7:00 with Seokjin on his arm. The restaurant was empty except for the staff. "Wow, he must have rented out the entire place just for us." Seokjin said.

"Not for our benefit." Namjoon shook his head. "It's so we know who's in charge. I don't know why I even bothered coming." His mouth started to twist in a scowl.

Then Seokjin took one of Namjoon's hands in his own and squeezed it. "Because Taehyung needs you and you'd never let him down."

Namjoon exhaled. "I'll try not to. I just hope I can stop whatever he has planned."

They found Namjoon's father at the head of a table with Taehyung beside him. The moment Taehyung spotted Namjoon and Seokjin, he leaped to his feet. "Namjoon! Seokjin! I was starting to think you weren't gonna show."

Namjoon leaned across the table and gave Taehyung a quick peck on the cheek. He dropped his voice low enough for just Taehyung to hear it. "And abandon you to the wolf king? Never."

Seokjin smiled politely at Namjoon's father. "It's a pleasure to meet you properly, Mr. Kim. Thank you for including me in your invitation."

Namjoon's dad waved dismissively for Seokjin to sit. In his usual fashion, he had already ordered for everyone, but while the waiters bustled around their table, he raked Seokjin up and down with a cold gaze. "You're not at all like Namjoon's other little flings."

"Appa!" Taehyung gaped at him. "You can't say things like that!"

"I can say whatever I want." The middle aged alpha retorted. "Last I checked, I'm still the head of this family."

Namjoon glared at his dad. "Treat Seokjin with respect. If you can't manage an ounce of basic human decency, I'm taking him and Taehyung as far away from this place as possible."

His dad's eyebrows arched in mild surprise. "I don't recall saying anything disrespectful. I just said he was different. Anyone with eyes in their head can see that."

Seokjin took a bite of the salad in front of him, his expression relaxed despite Namjoon's father's not so passive aggression. "I've always wanted to eat here but reservations are almost impossible this time of year." Seokjin said. "I can't believe you got the entire place."

Taehyung grimaced a bit. "If there's one thing our dad's good at, it's making the impossible happen."

"I'd settle for the humble accomplishment of making both of my pups see reason." Mr. Kim's gaze sharpened and he fixed Taehyung with a glare. "I've indulged Taehyung's latest phase for too long with this ridiculous transfer and his so called 'activism'. If you're so determined to get away from your family obligations, Taehyung, then it might be time to reevaluate the terms of your trust. Unless you see reason and return to Daegu."

Namjoon's stomach twisted with anger until he felt Seokjin's hand on his knee under the table. That soft press of fingers grounded Namjoon enough to speak. "You can't do this to him."

"Of course I can." His dad scoffed. "You of all people should know what I'm capable of when crossed." As his words rang in Namjoon's ears, the alpha was suddenly 15 again, hiding in his parents' closet as they argued…

"Are you trying to make me look like a fool? Is that it?"

"Keep your voice down, Dohyun! The pups will hear you and you know how Namjoon gets when you yell."

"Good. I hope he hears every word. That boy needs toughening up or he'll turn out as weak as you."

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his knees to his chest, wishing himself far, far away from that room. If he wasn't there to make his dad mad, maybe he would stop yelling at his mom.

"I'll never give you a divorce, do you understand? Never. Do you have any idea how it will look for an alpha in my position?"

"I'm not asking for much, Dohyun. Just a chance to start over somewhere new. Somewhere I can be happy."

"Happy? Just try to leave and see how happy you are. I'll keep the money. I'll keep the pups. I'll keep everything."

Namjoon was jolted back to the present as his father smirked, the older alpha clearly convinced he had won. But then Seokjin squeezed Namjoon's thigh. "Namjoon, we don’t' have to sit here and listen to him." Seokjin said quietly. "We can leave."

"Please, by all means." Dohyun said. "I'll arrange your brother's flight home and we can put all this nonsense behind us." Despite Dohyun's tone, Seokjin held his head high--a stark contrast to the meek omega Namjoon had first met. Namjoon could practically hear Seokjin, telling him it was all thanks to the strength he had helped him find.

When Namjoon's mother tried to leave, Namjoon was powerless to help her. But he wasn't a pup anymore. He could protect Taehyung. "No."

His dad's expression hardened. "Excuse me?"

"I said no." Namjoon glared at him. "You'll touch Taehyung over my dead body. I'll stop you if it's the last thing I ever do."

"You and what army?" His dad scoffed out a laugh. "Even with all your success, I can still buy and sell you 10 times over."

Namjoon cocked his head. "Because you assume that money is the only thing that matters. There are other ways to break an alpha. Even one as powerful as you."

"Don't, Namjoon." Taehyung whispered. "I'm not worth it."

Seokjin frowned. "Let him finish, Taehyung." He reached out to rest his hand on top of Taehyung's, his eyes full of pride as they met Namjoon's. His smile strengthened Namjoon as the alpha turned back to his father.

"Your son is doing something good with his life." Namjoon said. "And you can't stand it because deep down, you know he's everything you're not. But you won't touch a hair on him or a single cent in that trust. If you try, I will take you to court for everything you're worth."

His dad continued to stare at him, anger and confusion warring on his features. But his anger didn't frighten Namjoon. It just made him stand taller. "Since when are you such a champion for the downtrodden?" His dad asked.

"Since I realized I don’t need a damn thing from you." Namjoon said. "And neither does Taehyung so long as he has me." He stood up. "Come on, Seokjin. The company here has ruined my appetite."

"Mine too." Taehyung glared at their dad as he stood up too. "I need to get some fresh air."

In a lifetime of arguments, Namjoon had never gotten the last word before. But as he turned to leave, his father just stared in shock. Namjoon stalked toward the entrance, heart pounding with adrenaline, until Seokjin caught him by the arm. "Namjoon, that was-"

Namjoon cut him off. "You don't have to say it, Seokjin. I should never have subjected you to that alpha and his-"

"No." Seokjin smiled. "You were incredible."

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Seokjin. "You aren't mad at me? I was afraid you'd take one look at that alpha who raised me and-"

"What?" Seokjin's smile grew. "Realize how much you've overcome? Understand why you're so protective of your brother? And of me?" He stepped closer. "I could watch you tear apart arrogant old alphas for hours."

Namjoon reached for him, breathing in his floral scent with the sweet tangy undertones of arousal. "I'm only just getting started tearing things apart tonight." Namjoon murmured.

With Seokjin pressed against him, Namjoon's body immediately responded to the heady mix of adrenaline and Seokjin's touch. Every nerve was on fire with triumph and need. He wanted to taste Seokjin. And Seokjin's next words nearly made Namjoon groan out loud. "Then fuck me, Namjoon." Seokjin whispered. "Let me show you just how proud I am." He nodded toward a side door. Beyond the door, Namjoon glimpsed the gleaming bustle of the restaurant's kitchen. "Right now."

Seokjin gasped with delight as Namjoon tugged him into the kitchen. Since his family's meal was the only one being prepared that night, the room was nearly empty. The lone chef and a pair of dishwashers looked up in shock as they entered. "You can't be back here! This is for staff only!"

"Get out of here." Namjoon commanded. "Now."

"But I have not finished the-"

Namjoon cut the chef off. "I don't recall phrasing it as a question." The chef took one look at Namjoon's expression and made himself scarce. Following his lead, the dishwashers were quick to scatter.

"You could've just asked them politely, you know." Seokjin said.

Namjoon didn't wait for the door to finish swinging closed before yanking Seokjin's pants down. "I'm not asking for anything tonight, Seokjin. I'm taking it." He captured Seokjin's lips in a heated kiss. Namjoon had never been so hungry for Seokjin before. For the way Seokjin opened up to him or the slide of Seokjin's tongue against his own. Namjoon's tongue delved deeper, his body claiming Seokjin's as he pushed the omega further into the kitchen, sending pots clattering out of the way.

Seokjin giggled into Namjoon's mouth. "That dinner really got you in a mood, didn't it?"

Namjoon took Seokjin's face in his hands, running one thumb across his lips. "And so did you. You were the one who suggested letting off some steam."

Seokjin looked at Namjoon so trustingly that it almost took the alpha's breath away. "I couldn't resist. Not after seeing you out there. So in control." Namjoon claimed Seokjin's mouth so ferociously that he gasped. There was no finesse to the kiss, only Namjoon's need to taste every part of Seokjin. "Namjoon~"

A growl started to form low in Namjoon's throat. "Say my name like that again and I won't be responsible for the consequences."

Seokjin pretended to think about it for a second before his lips moved in a soft whisper. "Namjoon…" Namjoon pressed Seokjin back until he hit the edge of a metal countertop. With one sweep of his hand, Namjoon sent all its contents crashing to the floor. "What if they hear us out in the restaurant?" Seokjin suddenly asked.

Namjoon smirked. "Then they'll think the chef is throwing a tantrum." He spun Seokjin to face the counter and pressed him down until he was bent all the way over it.

"Oh god, are we really doing this here?" Seokjin asked, excitement dripping from his words.

"Anywhere, Seokjin." Namjoon said. "Everywhere." With Seokjin's ass presented to him so nicely, Namjoon couldn't resist leaning down and pressing a kiss to the soft skin barely covered by his panties. He kissed his way to the damp crotch of his panties, teasing him entrance through the thin scrap of cloth between them. Seokjin moaned loudly, shifting his hips backward, desperate for more of Namjoon's touch. In between strokes of his tongue, Namjoon smiled against Seokjin. "Do you like that?"

"Yes." Seokjin moaned out. "You feel so good right there."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Namjoon said. "Because this next part is going to hurt." As he traced a hand along Seokjin's curves, the omega whimpered against the counter. Namjoon knew him well enough to know it was an eager whimper. Spotting a spatula on a nearby counter, Namjoon grabbed it and tested it against his palm with a satisfying slap.

Seokjin glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening when he spotted the utensil in Namjoon's hand. "But I've been so good tonight!"

"I know." Namjoon smirked. "But I need to leave a mark on that gorgeous ass. You can use your safe word any time you need but something tells me you won't." And Seokjin didn't. When Namjoon brought the spatula down across his ass, Seokjin jerked against the counter as its imprint rose on his skin. "Do you like that? Knowing you're mine?" He struck Seokjin again, the omega's next gasp even louder.

"More, Namjoon." Seokjin begged.

"I thought you were supposed to be a good omega." Namjoon said.

"I am." Seokjin whined. "But you make me want to be so bad." He wiggled his ass so enticingly that Namjoon had to close his eyes and remind himself to breathe before striking him again.

Namjoon barely recognized himself in that moment. He wanted Seokjin so much that he would let the omega ask for anything. Anyone could walk in but Namjoon didn’t care. The desire in Seokjin's voice was all he needed to feel in control. As long as Seokjin wanted him, nothing else mattered.

"I don't know what's come over you tonight." Seokjin panted. "But I like it."

Namjoon gave up on teasing him and tossed the spatula aside, pulling Seokjin into his arms. "You're what came over me, Seokjin. I can't wait another second to have you." He pressed his lips to Seokjin's, pushing him further against the counter, his hips driving so hard against Seokjin's that containers rattled on the shelves. Namjoon reached between them to tug aside Seokjin's panties, revealing his slick soaked entrance. He needed to feel Seokjin. Right then. With one deft movement, Namjoon spun Seokjin around again, the omega's bare ass pressing against his dick straining against the front of his pants. The friction made Namjoon groan.

"Fuck me, Namjoon." Seokjin begged.

"You want me to fill you up?" Namjoon asked as he slowly unzipped his pants. "To ride you against the counter until you can't feel anything but how hard you make me?"

"You know I do." Seokjin said. "Please, I feel so empty without you." He arched his back until Namjoon had no choice but to free his dick and drive into him. Seokjin was wetter than Namjoon had ever felt before, taking every centimeter of him in with a loud cry. "So much better." Seokjin sighed in relief once Namjoon was fully inside him.

Namjoon gripped Seokjin's hips and pulled out to his tip before ruthlessly thrusting into him again. The entire kitchen rattled with the force of Namjoon's need as he plunged into Seokjin over and over again, reaching deeper with each thrust. "Poor thing." Namjoon grunted. "You really do need me."

There was no control left in Namjoon. He needed to feel Seokjin cum. He needed that release. "I'm close, Namjoon!" Seokjin cried out. "I think I'm going to-" He cut off with a moan.

Instead of warning Seokjin to hold back, Namjoon felt himself approaching his climax just as quickly. Seokjin felt too good for even Namjoon to resist. "If you keep shouting like that, the entire kitchen staff is going to cum along with you."

"I can't stop myself." Seokjin whimpered. "Please help me."

Namjoon grinned and picked his pace up even more. With Seokjin's body pressed tight to his own, Namjoon didn't give a fuck who knew what they were doing. "No. Let them hear just how hard you're about to cum for me." With one last merciless thrust, Namjoon pushed Seokjin over the edge. Seokjin cried out in sudden ecstasy, clenching around Namjoon. Seokjin's orgasm triggered Namjoon's own, the pleasure flooding through him in a white-hot rush as he spilled inside of Seokjin.

As the aftershocks faded, Namjoon sucked in a breath to steady himself. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd cum that hard. Seokjin sagged in Namjoon's arms, his limbs shaking as he came down from that earth shattering orgasm. "I can't believe you just did that to me here." Seokjin said with a dazed grin. "For all we know, your father's still outside."

"I don't give a damn what he hears or what he thinks." Namjoon said. "Not while I have you." He fixed Seokjin's clothes, giving them both time to catch their breath before kissing Seokjin softly. Seokjin looped his arms around Namjoon's neck and clung to him. For the first time since walking into that restaurant, Namjoon finally felt like himself again.

In control.